Multifandom!!! (Book 1) {CLOSED}

Kidnapped [A Sherlock Imagine] (5/5)

The steady beep of the monitor is the only thing I hear when I come to. I open my eyes slowly and scan my room to see Sherlock with his knees tucked against his chest with his hands in prayer position. His sterling blue eyes are glazed over, as if he was physically there but mentally in his own world.

"Sherlock," I say hoarsely.

He was still in the his own little world for a couple seconds before snapping out of it with a jump. He clasped onto the chairs tightly as he inhaled sharply.

"Sherlock," I repeat.

"Y/N?.." He says with surprise:

"What happened?" I ask as I slowly sit up.

"D-doctor!" He calls.

The doctor came in and said:

"Yes?"

"She's awake.. she's.. finally awake." Sherlock says.

The doctor checked my vitals and said that would check in on my two hours from now.

"How long have I been out?" I ask.

"Erm.. almost f-four days. You almost died from a punctured lung when they tried to fix adjust your broken rib and em.." he trails off.

"Sherlock," I say softly as I take his hand into mine.

"I'm right here," I add.

He takes his hand away from mine as he stood up. He puts his hands on his dips as he paced back and forth in my room.

"What were you thinking?" He asks.

"I.. What are you talking about?" I ask.

"How could you allow yourself to get kidnapped?" He asks in an angry tone.

"I didn't allow myself to get kidnapped... I fought for my safety, I gave away signs... I protected Mrs. Hudson, there was only so much I could do." I say.

"Well you didn't try hard enough," he says harshly.

"Don't you get it! Now they know who to kidnap to get to me! Now I can never let you out of my sight again and thats too much of a burden for me!" He yells.

I jump at his voice and groan as I touch the sore muscles of my rib.

"Well it's not my fault that you fell for me.. I didn't force you to do anything.. you did it all on your own." I say.

"I'm a high functioning sociopath, I shouldn't be having the conversation of love with anyone." He says.

"And yet, here we are." I say.

"You know, if you're so upset about it, I could always move somewhere else and start a new life far from London." I add.

"Perhaps it's for the best then.." he says without no emotion.

I look into his baby blue eyes and I feel my throat sting with anticipation. I look down at my lap and tries to hold back my tears but they fell effortlessly down my cheeks.

I sniffle a little too loud and Sherlock asks:

"Why are you crying?"

"Nothing.. it's just my rib that's bothering me." I lie.

"Why are you lying?" He asks.

"It doesn't matter. You to stop caring about be right? You want me gone? You might as well start now." I say harshly.

"Hey.." He says softly as I hear him sit down in the chair next to me.

I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and lick my dry lips.

"Look at me," He says.

I shake my head and run my fingers through my hair, which was still dry and matted.

"Look at me, Y/N," he says whilst lifting my chin.

I eventually look at him and his gaze shift from eyes to my lips. He cups my cheeks and press his soft lips onto mine. I slowly pull away and look at him questioningly.

"I thought you wanted to-"

He presses another kiss on my lips with more emotion and I slide my hands down his sharp jawline. We both pull away slowly and lean our foreheads against each other.

"Don't leave... please." He whispers.

"I won't, I promise." I whisper.

"Hey Sherlock, is- Hey Y/N! Glad to see that you're awake." John says.

He furrows his eyebrows once he realizes the position that Sherlock and I are in.

"Did.. I miss something?" He asks.

"Oh John," Sherlock and I say in unison.