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Where Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 2Chapter 2: He is a Detective, not a DoctorWhere Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 2 by DragonHaven42
John was in a coma. Thats what the doctors had told him. Sherlock did not leave John’s side except when he was wheeled off for procedures. So many procedures, surgeries, skin grafts, stitches.
Now John lay peacefully in his hospital bed attached to glowing machines and monitors. Tubes and needles were keeping him alive. Sherlock alternated between pacing and huddling in the chair next to the bed. The rare seconds his mind wasn't focused on John he was attacking himself. He had regressed. He felt self hatred, loathing. He had practically turned into a child the night he had found John, in front of his brother of all people.
And now he was useless. Why hadn’t he checked the site before? He could have found John sooner and saved him a lot of pain.
Filled with anger he drifted off to sleep.
A week later there was no change in John’s condition. Sherlock ignored anyone who came to visit and refused food. He was a gaunt shadow in th
Where Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 1Chapter 1: Saving John WatsonWhere Our Hearts Truly Lie, Chapter 1 by DragonHaven42
Sherlock lay staring up at the peeling ceiling of 221b. John and Mary had left on holiday over a week ago, and he had spent most of that week in Baker Street. Even the possibility that Moriarty was still out there could not interest him.
He picked up his phone, already aware it would not show him what he wanted. He checked it anyway. Zero texts from John. He had won a raffle for a couple’s stay at a luxury resort, one that believed cell service took away from the experience.
Sherlock put down the phone and glanced over to John’s chair, remembering the night he had revealed Mary’s deception.
Mary, what was he going to do with her? He did not trust her despite what he had told John. His friend had been keeping to himself since that night, he had no idea what John was thinking about his wife.
The detective jumped up suddenly and hurried to his computer. There was a way he could see John. He pulled up the resort’s website and hacked int
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