Dancing Underneath The Skies of Lust *Private*

[Leafwing12]

He chuckled softky. "Whatever you say john." He said.

After an hour and a half, Sherlcok was wheeled back into the room. He was still hooked to an in machine, but he already seemed to be doing better. His breathing was much stronger then what it had been the past two weeks. The drugs were wearing off though so he shifted a bit, groggily blinking open his eyes. His vision was still a bit blurry though. He blinked a few times trying to clear it

[dannychan]

john looked up and blinked. "hey, how are you feeling?" he asked and moved to kiss his forehead.

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock blinked, looking over at him. "Fine." He whispers

[dannychan]

he took his hand gently. "you're probably still heavily drugged." and said and smiled softly.

[Leafwing12]

Sherlock blinked, training slightly. His vision was starting to clear up a bit. He frowned. "...I must be because I see Greg in the rom." He whispered. Greg frowned.

"John can see me too Sherlock. I'm not dead. I'm not the one who gave you the transplants. I offered but they weren't a match." He said

[dannychan]

he nodded. "he's there."

[Leafwing12]

Sherlcok stared at him sikentky. "...He is?" Sherlcok asked. Greg moved over, stroking his hair.

"Yes, Sherlock, I am." He said. Sherlock relaxed after a moment.

"Then...Who did? Whoever did was close to you and me." Sherlcok whispered

[dannychan]

he blinked. "or they were just a random person with the name gregory?"

[Leafwing12]

He frowned. "Sherlock, the doctor said they didn't care if thy died as long as you and I were happy and alive. That seems a bit more personal then just a raid on stranger." He said.

[dannychan]

he frowned. "greg, go ask the doctor."