Sherlock continues speaking to John for a quarter of an hour, simply telling the other man everything that comes to his head. He'd had a chance to do some research into coma patients during the last week, so he's learned that sometimes they have a recollection of hearing their loved ones speaking to them. He doesn't know for sure whether he's still considered a 'loved one' of John's, or if he's ever been, but he's the closest one to it available. And, so he talks. He's always been gifted in the ability to go on and on about anything and everything.
He's in the process of explaining to John the process of changing violin strings when he hears the groaning response. He can't make out any words from the noise, but there's a consciousness there.
"John?" Sherlock asks, sitting up in his bed. It's the first time John's responded in any way to anything he's said. He doubts it has to do with the topic of conversation - admittedly not very interesting - but more the timing. The groan doesn't worry him, but the coughs after do.
Within seconds, Sherlock's out of his bed and pulling his IV stand along with him to John's side. "John, we're in the hospital now. Just hold still," he tells him, looking over the medicines being administered. He finds the one containing the pain medication and gives the valve a slight turn just to get a tiny bit more into John's system before putting it back the way it was. "That should be better in a moment. I'll have the nurses consider your dosage for the narcotics."
His voice may sound somewhat manic as he speaks to John. He'd been cooped up for too long and up until now, he'd been worried and locking away anything resembling hope. It takes a few seconds for him to find a spot of skin that's got no injuries other than mild bruising to stroke at.
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He's in the process of explaining to John the process of changing violin strings when he hears the groaning response. He can't make out any words from the noise, but there's a consciousness there.
"John?" Sherlock asks, sitting up in his bed. It's the first time John's responded in any way to anything he's said. He doubts it has to do with the topic of conversation - admittedly not very interesting - but more the timing. The groan doesn't worry him, but the coughs after do.
Within seconds, Sherlock's out of his bed and pulling his IV stand along with him to John's side. "John, we're in the hospital now. Just hold still," he tells him, looking over the medicines being administered. He finds the one containing the pain medication and gives the valve a slight turn just to get a tiny bit more into John's system before putting it back the way it was. "That should be better in a moment. I'll have the nurses consider your dosage for the narcotics."
His voice may sound somewhat manic as he speaks to John. He'd been cooped up for too long and up until now, he'd been worried and locking away anything resembling hope. It takes a few seconds for him to find a spot of skin that's got no injuries other than mild bruising to stroke at.