Caring Is Not An Advantage *Private*

[Leafwing12]

He blinekd, slowly rubbing his back. “John is a soldier, Sherlock. You know that man has the strength to fight and get better. You two seem....Pretty close. I know John isn’t going to die and leave you alone.” He said

[dannychan]

he whimpered. leg was shot in the chest.."

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, looking down. “Many people get shit in the chest. Some don’t make it but...Some Do. And I know John will. So, stop worrying, Sherlock. Everything is going to be alright.” He said

[dannychan]

he shook his head. "don't try to lie 59 me.. just give me a ride there.."

[Leafwing12]

He sighed. “Okay...Come on. Get in the car.” He murmured. He then pulled away, heading over to the car and getting in

[dannychan]

he followed, looking down.

[Leafwing12]

(Wanna skip?)

[dannychan]

ye

[Leafwing12]

(Alright)

It was around three hours later. Greg had stayed with Sherlock in the waiting room. After a while, a nurse came out. Greg glanced up at her. “Hello you two.” She murmured. “You’re here for John Watson right?” She asked.

“Yes, that’s right.” Greg said.

“Well, he came out of surgery an hour ago. He just woke up. You’re free to visit him, but do be careful. He’s still sore and groggy from the medication.” She said

[dannychan]

sherlock nodded and moved into the room. knocking on the door frame. "john..?" he whispered.