Caring Is Not An Advantage *Private*

[Leafwing12]

John was propped up a bit on the bed. He was hooked to various machines right now. He glanced over when he heard Sherlock. “Sherlock...” He whisoered, his voice hoarse and weak. He attempted to give a reassuring smile to Sherlock but it probably looked more forced then what he wants it to

[dannychan]

he moved over and brushed back johns hair.

[Leafwing12]

John blinked, sighing. He glanced up at Sherlock. “You should be home resting. It’s pretyy late.” He said

[dannychan]

he shook his head. "i'm fine.."

[Leafwing12]

He frowned. “I’m a Doctor, Sherlock. And your friend. I know when you’re lying.” He whisoersd

[dannychan]

he looked over john. "please don't start.."

[Leafwing12]

He sighed. He glanced over, moving his hand, gently holding Sherlock’s free hand. “You know I worry about you. That’s not changing.” He said

[dannychan]

he looked at their hands and slowly tangled their fingers together.

[Leafwing12]

He blinked, brushing his thumb along Sherlock’s finger gently. He sighed, looking up at him. “I’m going to be alright. Don’t worry.” He murmured

[dannychan]

he sighed. "how can i not..?"