Two Years Gone

Release

*Sherlock POV*

"Sherlock, get up. Come on."

"Fuck off."

"We dont have time for this, get up."

"Mycroft?"

"Yes."

I open my eyes, sitting up and turning to face Mycroft.

"I leave now, so do you. I managed to schedule us to be released at the same time, so we have about ten minutes."

"Thank you."

Mycroft sits down beside me, pulling me against him tightly.

"I'm going to miss you."

"You too."

"Dont do anything stupid."

I shake my head, chuckling softly.

"Could say the same to you."

"Alright. Seriously though, dont get injured too badly this time."

"Only if you stay out of things."

"I told you already, ten day time limit this time around."

"Longer than last time."

"Yeah. Be careful."

A nurse walks in, handing me my medications.

"Its time to leave, both of you are scheduled for ten this morning."

Mycroft gets up, helping me to my feet and handing me my crutches.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

We start walking, pace slow as we make our way to the lift. Mycroft pushes the button inside, taking us down to ground level where he has Irene waiting outside.

"Morning boys. Get in."

I get in the back, surprised when Mycroft slides in beside me. He already picked up my medications, tossing the bag in the passenger seat so Irene has them.

"Why so many?"

"He doesn't have to take all of them if he doesn't want to. Make sure you monitor them closely though, I dont want any relapses."

"Mycroft..."

"I'm serious Sherlock. Not this time."

I nod, leaning against his side.

"You're alright. Relax."

Mycroft wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer to his side.

"What's wrong Sherlock?"

"I...I dont want to do this."

"You already-"

"I know. I just dont want to anymore."

"Sherlock..."

"I'm sorry."

My voice is soft, too quiet. Mycroft catches this, turning me around to face him.

"What happened isnt your fault. Calm down, I promise you youre going to be alright."

"I know. Just...watch John for me. And...and Gavin."

Irene turns around, smiling softly at me.

"Its Greg dear."

"Is that what hes calling himself now? Greg."

"That's his name Sherlock."

"It is, isnt it?"

"Yes."

I lie back against Mycroft, falling asleep quickly.