He frowns. "Sherlock you were just outside a second ago with me and Lestrade and you were fine. No one hurt you, did they? Anyway, what do you mean you can't walk. Do your legs hurt?"
John feels his heart crack at seeing you relapse like this. He pulls you close to his side and puts his arms around you.
"Shhh, don't talk like that," he whispers, rocking you, "I told you where you belong. Here, at home, with me and Mrs. H yeah? You're safe here now, I'll make sure of it, he's not getting to you again."
He tries to get you to meet his eyes; "Did you see him in the hospital? Remember, I don't want you lying to me again."
He lets go of you and kneels on the floor in front of you. He takes your hands; "When did you see him, Sherlock? Was it a dream or do you think it was really him? Or are you not sure?"
He touches your face, his voice firm but gentle, patient.
"I need to know, Sherlock, as much as you can tell me in case I need to ring Lestrade and tell him there's a maniac hiding in that hospital which no one knows about. You don't want him to hurt anyone else, do you?"
Of course John knows that electroshock therapy hasn't been used in Bethlem in years so the thought doesn't cross his mind.
"Your head was burning? It was probably that stimulant you were coming off of last night, Sherlock. They usually cause headaches afterwards as well as making you delirious." And for all you know that could be what happened. You were in a mental hospital after all.
John sits back on the sofa and gets you to lean back against him, he massages your temples and hums again.
"I'll ring the hospital later, find out what I can, if anyone did see anything. In the meantime you just need to try to relax. Remember that he's not here and he can't control you." He whispers softly; "You own you, right?"
John's alarm on his phone goes off and he looks at it; "Oh crap. I need to go to the bank and sort something important out." He turns you to face him; "I'll be about an hour. Do you wanna come with me? Or you can stay here and Mrs. Hudson will look after you, if you still don't want to go outside. Either way, I won't leave you alone, promise."
John quickly calls down the stairs for her. He chats with her in the hall so you can see they're there but can't hear them too well as he talks to her.
"Do you mind just looking after him for a bit while I go into town?"
"Of course not, love. I thought you said he was doing better?"
He sighs; "He was but...something seems to have triggered it again. I just don't want him left alone. Call my mobile if anything happens won't you."
"Sure," she bustles into the sitting room and strokes your shoulder; "Hows about you help me bake a cake for when John gets back?"
John smiles at you; "Don't eat all the chocolate icing. Again. If you want anything while I'm out, Sherlock, text or call me." He reassures you, as light-hearted as he can, before leaving.
John tries to get his errands done as quickly as possible. When the self-service checkout disagrees with him again he just doesn't bother with it and moves on. He looks at his phone every now and then in case he didn't hear himself receive a text. Nothing so far.
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At the flat, Mrs. H is the one ending up doing most of the baking, as usual, but she doesn't force you to contribute. When the cake is in the oven, she hands you the bowl of leftover icing.
"I know John told you not too but he was only joking and, well, it will be our little secret." she winks at you like a mum spoiling her child with treats even though Dad has forbidden it.
She chuckles fondly and wipes your face with a tissue; "You messy thing."
John trudges up the stairs not shortly after with some shopping bags. Yes he did get the milk, unlike you Sherlock he doesn't need reminding, on the few times you did do the shopping. He sees you with some chocolate still on your face.
"Had fun?" he quirks his eyebrow in an 'I know you did eat the chocolate which I told you not to' look, though of course it doesn't really matter.
"Yeah it does. Well done," he says to you even though he knows Mrs. Hudson did most if not all the work.
He goes to see to her; "Thanks for being here. How's he been?"
She adjusts the dial on the oven and signs; "Quiet. Polite. Only speaks when he's spoken too. It's not healthy, John."
"Yeah, I know...He was making progress before yesterday and I think all that happened was someone messed his meds up and got him a bit wired. Maybe I got him out of there too soon."
[[He doesn't realise he should be lowering his voice more because you are within earshot but he thinks you're too in your own head to hear. You begged for him to get you out of there, you might need to beg not to go back.]]
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John goes over and takes your hand.
"Sherlock, why don't you come sit and have some cake, yeah?" he encourages; "There's an old Sinbad movie on channel 4 in a minute. Shall we sit and watch that?"
Chocolate and pirates (or close enough). Surely that will bring some sort of smile to your face, he hopes.
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He follows you into the kitchen, takes his piece with another "thank you" to Mrs. Hudson, then sits on the floor, next to 'his' chair. Waiting for you to turn on the telly. Almost a timid expectant. He smiles thinly.
John and Mrs. Hudson exchange weary looks. John offers her his chair as she has some sewing to do while the film is on. John sits in your chair and presses the remote, turning on the right channel as the film starts. He reaches forward and touches your hair.
"You okay?" he asks, knowing the answer but asking anyway; "Don't get crumbs on the floor, Mrs. H just hoovered for us."
He smiles though it covers an inky feeling in his stomach as he gets that you're afraid of him. As the film goes on, and it's a long one, he gently tugs you by the shoulder so that you can lean against his legs if you're tired and stroke your head if you wanna rest it on his knees. Hoping you know that you can trust him. That he'd never hurt you and just wants to look after you.
He doesn't say any of this. He's said enough times and now he's busy trying to find ways to show you.
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John might notice he's still trembling.
Shut up, Zero. Stupid. Idiot.
John scans you over worried but kind of used to this by now too.
"Did they to anything to you in that place, Sherlock? Anything that may have triggered...?"
He's already said too much, now he'll pay for it.
"Shhh, don't talk like that," he whispers, rocking you, "I told you where you belong. Here, at home, with me and Mrs. H yeah? You're safe here now, I'll make sure of it, he's not getting to you again."
He tries to get you to meet his eyes; "Did you see him in the hospital? Remember, I don't want you lying to me again."
You don't belong anywhere, Zero.
He touches your face, his voice firm but gentle, patient.
"I need to know, Sherlock, as much as you can tell me in case I need to ring Lestrade and tell him there's a maniac hiding in that hospital which no one knows about. You don't want him to hurt anyone else, do you?"
"Your head was burning? It was probably that stimulant you were coming off of last night, Sherlock. They usually cause headaches afterwards as well as making you delirious." And for all you know that could be what happened. You were in a mental hospital after all.
John sits back on the sofa and gets you to lean back against him, he massages your temples and hums again.
"I'll ring the hospital later, find out what I can, if anyone did see anything. In the meantime you just need to try to relax. Remember that he's not here and he can't control you." He whispers softly; "You own you, right?"
No. His Highness did own him otherwise he wouldn't be so terrified…
Don't leave, you make me want to hope John... But he doesntsay it. Can't say it.
"Do you mind just looking after him for a bit while I go into town?"
"Of course not, love. I thought you said he was doing better?"
He sighs; "He was but...something seems to have triggered it again. I just don't want him left alone. Call my mobile if anything happens won't you."
"Sure," she bustles into the sitting room and strokes your shoulder; "Hows about you help me bake a cake for when John gets back?"
John smiles at you; "Don't eat all the chocolate icing. Again. If you want anything while I'm out, Sherlock, text or call me." He reassures you, as light-hearted as he can, before leaving.
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At the flat, Mrs. H is the one ending up doing most of the baking, as usual, but she doesn't force you to contribute. When the cake is in the oven, she hands you the bowl of leftover icing.
"I know John told you not too but he was only joking and, well, it will be our little secret." she winks at you like a mum spoiling her child with treats even though Dad has forbidden it.
He hands the bowl back after sometime, the bowl completely clean, but his face a little smudged.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson."
John trudges up the stairs not shortly after with some shopping bags. Yes he did get the milk, unlike you Sherlock he doesn't need reminding, on the few times you did do the shopping. He sees you with some chocolate still on your face.
"Had fun?" he quirks his eyebrow in an 'I know you did eat the chocolate which I told you not to' look, though of course it doesn't really matter.
As though he doesn't want to discuss that you might be displeased with him, and that means another shameful apology.
He goes to see to her; "Thanks for being here. How's he been?"
She adjusts the dial on the oven and signs; "Quiet. Polite. Only speaks when he's spoken too. It's not healthy, John."
"Yeah, I know...He was making progress before yesterday and I think all that happened was someone messed his meds up and got him a bit wired. Maybe I got him out of there too soon."
[[He doesn't realise he should be lowering his voice more because you are within earshot but he thinks you're too in your own head to hear. You begged for him to get you out of there, you might need to beg not to go back.]]
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Mostly muttering to himself.
Don't belong here...
"Sherlock, why don't you come sit and have some cake, yeah?" he encourages; "There's an old Sinbad movie on channel 4 in a minute. Shall we sit and watch that?"
Chocolate and pirates (or close enough). Surely that will bring some sort of smile to your face, he hopes.
"You okay?" he asks, knowing the answer but asking anyway; "Don't get crumbs on the floor, Mrs. H just hoovered for us."
He glances at you with a hint of fear. See if you've noticed, then back to the film, as though it holds his attention.
He doesn't say any of this. He's said enough times and now he's busy trying to find ways to show you.