Barriers (Sherlock)

N.2-ish

Sherlock's pov

My mind is falling apart. Even though I try to maintain my mental list, my mind fogs up every time I try to remember it.

It physically hurts.

I try to stay away from john as Much as I can sense the "incident", afraid that he's going to bring it up.

I say the three steps over in my head:

N.1 Igno...

AGHHH! My head starts to hurt.

NO.

I have to do this.

N.2 Avoi...

The room begins to spin.

N.3 Dele...

I pass out.

John's POV

I made Sherlock hurt himself.

I made Sherlock put up barriers.

I made Sherlock feel like a fre...frea...

Freak.

I hear a loud thump coming from downstairs.

I think of the worst possible thing

Sherlock taking the step off of the chair, the final step he will ever have.

I rush downstairs, looking for my lov-NO!

Not gay.

Not now.

I burst through sherlock's door to see him lying unconscious on the floor.

No.

I remember him telling me his favorite song.

Pills to Make the Pain go Away

(A/N: not a real song...)

I flip him over, checking his pockets, the floor, everywhere, for any pills.

I find nothing.

Thank god! I sigh.

I pick the lanky detective up and put him in bed, tucking him in.

Sherlock's POV

I wake up in my bed.

I didn't get in bed.

I find a thread of string.

John.

He put me in bed, he tucked me in, he was kind to me.

FREAKKK! *evil laughing*

I cringe.

Time to avoid.

I walk out to the kitchen to make some tea.

The kettle finishes, and John comes down the stairs.

"H-hey S-sherlock" he stutters.

I hum a bit in reply.

He comes over to were the kettle is, and I quickly retreat into my room.

"Sh-Sh-Sherlock?" I hear him say, holding in tears.

I sigh, annoyed.

"Sh-Lock?" he says trying as hard as he can not to cry.

I roll my eyes, knowing he won't be able to see.

I unlock my phone and play my ringtone, and pretend to be on the phone with lestrade.

John's POV

His phone rings,

"Hello Lestrade." I hear him say.

I miss his voice.

"Do you have a case for me?"

A case! I can be with him!

"Okay. I'll be at the yard in 10."

I'll, not we.

He opens the door, almost hitting my face with it.

He dashes to get his coat and scarf, and runs downstairs.

I hear the door slam and my knees go weak.

He didn't want me to come.

I know he's a sociopath and all, but he never leaves without me.