(A/N I'm sorry about the way it's going so far but I'm trying to make it really cute further along to counteract for it :)   Please continue to vote and/or comment I love you all, my lovelies! 

-CH xx)

Sherlock woke up and realized John wasn't next to him. He looked at his digital clock and saw it was 5:30 in the morning. Sherlock heard a thud and quickly jumped out of the bed, tripping on the bedsheets, but he caught himself before he fell entirely.

He raced into the bathroom where the sound came from, and saw John on the ground, slumped against the wall resting his head on his knees. ''John,'' Sherlock said softly. ''What are you doing in here?''

''I wanted to have a bath,'' John replied, sounding rather embarrassed.

''Why didn't you tell me?''

''Because you were obviously asleep at the time.''

''Well I'm not now. Come on, I'll help you sort out the bath.'' Sherlock put the plug in the bath and started running it. ''... Do you want me to help you get undressed?'' Sherlock asked John after a while.

''Yes, please,'' John mumbled, still embarrassed. Sherlock helped John take off his T-Shirt first and then helped John take his boxers off. When the bath was ready, Sherlock gently helped John get in.

Sherlock felt like he was invading John's privacy, and he figured he was, but he stayed in the bathroom with John anyway, there to help John if need be

. Sherlock sat on the floor beside the bath tub, thinking about the date he had planned for him and John. He wondered whether or not he should still take John there. Everything was organized for the week later, and Sherlock hadn't thought to cancel the reservations and everything until that moment. He decided to see how John was feeling later on and then cancel or go ahead.

John sat in the bath and tried to relax, but he was embarrassed and self concious. It was the first time Sherlock had seen John completely naked, and John wasn't able to see if Sherlock was watching him or not.

''You don't need to feel self concious,'' Sherlock said. ''I was bound to see you naked at some stage.'' John laughed.

''Yes I suppose you're right. Can you please pass me the shampoo bottle?'' Instead of passing the bottle to John, Sherlock wet John's hair and then began putting shampoo through it. ''You know, I could probably do that myself,'' John pointed out.

''Yes, I know. I actually want to do it though,'' Sherlock admitted as he massaged the shampoo through John's hair. John was metaphorically swimming in a pool of blackness, but Sherlock's presence and voice was providing John some light.

Sherlock rinsed John's hair again and then put the conditioner through John's hair. ''You're very good at this,'' John observed.

''How do you think I get so much bounce in my curls?'' The two began laughing together. John was finding that being blind wasn't quite as bad as he thought it would be. Well, it was, to be frank, a complete pain in the arse, but he wasn't as upset about it as he thought he would be. John washed himself with soap and then began to climb out of the bath. 

Sherlock quickly jumped up and grabbed a clean, warm towel and wrapped it around John. He helped John get out of the bath, and then wrapped his arms around John. ''I love you so much, John,'' Sherlock told him.

''I love you too,'' John replied. ''You have no idea how much.'' Sherlock and John smiled at each other, well John smiled in the direction of Sherlock's voice. Sherlock then helped John get dressed again, and then they went back to bed. John wrapped his strong arms around Sherlock, and Sherlock snuggled in closer to John. The two fell into a peaceful sleep.

Later on in the morning, Sherlock woke up and saw John was still fast asleep. Sherlock got up and made tea before bringing it back in to the room. He placed it on his bedside drawers, and then climbed onto the bed. John was woken by a sweet kiss. John kissed Sherlock back before Sherlock pulled away.

''Tea, love?'' Sherlock asked.

''Yes please,'' John replied, sitting up in the bed. Sherlock handed John his tea and the two drank in silence. Sherlock decided to go along with his plan of the date. They had three days before they would have to leave, and Sherlock guessed he should tell John. ''John?''

''Yes?''

''We're going away day after next,'' Sherlock told him.

John laughed. ''Alright. Where are we going?''

''Somewhere special,'' Sherlock said vaguely. John knew to trust Sherlock, so he didn't question anything else. ''Oh, and I've packed you a bag as well,'' Sherlock added.

John nodded. He was curious about all of this but he was also worried about embarrassing himselfdue to his lack of eyesight. Hopefully his eyesight would come back before they went away.