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Amnesia Meme

Ouch, that hurts! Or maybe you drank the wrong potion. Or someone cast a spell on you. Or you just drank way too much last night. However it happened, you’re now missing a part of your memory.

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John Watson | Sherlock

[mightbeblogging]

hey there bb

[deducing_freak]

[We got a 6, so who's it gunna be?]

My love! Can it be John? Angst is fun! >D

[mightbeblogging]

[ The heavy blow to the head could have very well been fatal. The doctor's still aren't entirely sure that when John Watson wakes up, he won't have permanent brain damage - that is, of course, if he even wakes up. It had been Moriarty, of course. The man's reappearance had brought Sherlock Holmes and the good doctor into a new game, which had ended in John unconscious. It had been days now, and although the surgery had gone well enough, he still hadn't regained consciousness. That particular day might not have been any different for anyone watching a constant vigil over him... except that this was the day he woke up. It was just a stirring, at first - a movement of his fingers, before his lips parted to barely there, murmured, indecipherable words, and his brow furrowed. ]

OH NOES! Poor John D:

[deducing_freak]

[It was fairly easy for him to sweet talk his way into getting the nurses to allow him extended stay in the hospital. Visiting hours were only between two and eight in the evening. Yet Sherlock was there for nearly seventy-two hours straight. His phone was turned off, and the only form of communication he had with anyone outside the hospital was through his laptop. Which he was currently on, while sitting by the window of John's room. When the man first began to stir, he would only merely glance up curiously. There had been a couple instances like this before with no waking result so the detective wasn't getting his hopes up just yet. But John had never actually opened his mouth before either, that was enough to get him to set his laptop down and move over to John's bedside.]

. . .John?

I'm mean. So I'm thinking keep them current - relationshipy, John won't remember Sherlock period. .

[mightbeblogging]

[ Waking up is not fun. Actually, it rather hurts. A lot. The light alone is blinding, which would explain why he can't really open his eyes fully yet. His head is pounding, and there's a funny taste in his mouth. Its all so completely disorienting, that John nearly wishes he could just go back to 'sleep,' and enjoy that pure nothingness he experienced ever since the incident in question. Not that he remembers that, of course. There's too many hateful things invading his senses right now that he can't concentrate too much on that, or anything really, least of all the man at his bedside. His first few tries at speaking don't work so well. Forming words alone is a difficult, slow process. Sherlock will have to be very patient. ]

Wh...where... am... I?

Works for me~!

[deducing_freak]

[There was finally some progress. The first reaction would be to call in one of the doctors, but they could wait. After being out of it for so long, the last thing he would need is a bunch of doctors rushing in and overwhelming him all at once.]

You're at Saint Mary's Hospital...

[His voice was calm and quiet. Sherlock would give him all the patience in the world right now.]

...how are you feeling?

[mightbeblogging]

[ Why does everything have to hurt so much? Luckily enough, this oddly deep, low voice isn't too bad. He'll have to thank... someone... for giving him a doctor with a soothing voice. Harry, maybe? He wonders idly if his sister would be there... after her break-up with Clara, she'd wanted him to keep in touch, of course...

first of all, however, the other man's words sink in. Hospital. John has to swallow hard to barely manage out raspy words. ]

...hell, like... hell.

[ With that, he finally manages to open his eyes, just enough to make out that tall form. But no recognition comes across his gaze. The other man is a complete stranger. ]

Wh-what happened? I don't... [ His brow furrows, panic begins to etch across his pale expression. ] I don't remember.

[deducing_freak]

You were in an accident. Car bombing actually. Quite amazed you managed to come out of it fairly unscathed... well, considering.

[At first he has his suspicions, examining the other's face when John finally opens his eyes and they meet up in a gaze. There's no sense of familiarity there. It's precisely the same look the doctor gave him when they had first met. Memory loss. But he responded to his own name, so perhaps it wasn't very extensive.]

....what do you remember. Don't force it, just... whatever comes to mind first.

[mightbeblogging]

[ Car bombing? John hears the words and understands them, but he cannot conjure up any images to go along with them. And how could he have escaped such a thing without any major burns, much less alive? It was not such a strange thing that he couldn't remember what must have surely been a traumatic event, however. It was probably a good thing he didn't remember it. John squeezes his eyes shut again, one hand tightening a grip around the sheet he's lying on. It will be slow going, again, as he tries to remember. ]

I remember... talking to my... therapist, then... sitting in my flat, alone. Just returned to London about a week ago... I was in... Afghanistan, the war...

[ Which would mean no recollection of the man standing over him, any of the cases they'd been on together, or anything that had transpired between them more recently.

[deducing_freak]

[That explains it. Why John looked at him so vacantly like that. This was their first meeting all over again. There was a moment of panic that was easily hidden as Sherlock walked around the edge of the hospital bed.]

So... you don't remember me then..?

[His voice went quiet again, only casually glancing over to John curiously. Some small bit of hope there that despite all of this there was some faint memory of him still in there somewhere.]

[mightbeblogging]

[ John focuses his gaze on the other man, although he's not exactly sure what he's supposed to be remembering. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows this must be important, or this fellow wouldn't be asking him this. The doctor would have liked to say there was something familiar about him, but... he was coming up with nothing. He had a distinct, different look about him, of course - an aquiline sort of face, striking eyes, and he cut a striking (and strangely handsome) figure. But that... that was it. ]

No. I'm sorry... should I remember you?

[ John frowned, another panicked thought coming to him. He'd seen it happen to patients before, after all. As far as he was concerned, it was just like waking up, but he could have been unconscious much longer than it seemed. ] How long have I been out? Was I... was I in a coma?

[deducing_freak]

[And that settles it then. Sherlock doesn't give any evidence to deny or confirm that John should know him, he only forces some small smile with a curt nod of his head.]

No... I'm no one. [And this is what he'll lead the doctor on to believe. Because frankly, this would be for the best. This man had literally gone through hell and back simply because he was guilty by association. This was for the best. For John anyway. Sherlock would just have to convince himself to believe that.]

Yes, but only for a few days. you were brought here by an anonymous party and no one has seen him since. You're very lucky.

SO SAD.

[mightbeblogging]

[ The John Sherlock knew would have argued with him, of course. He would have insisted that nothing ever happened in his life until he met the detective. He was better off for meeting him. But, as it were, that part of him is gone, for the time being, at least. ]

I see. That was... kind of him.

Sorry, are you my, ehm... my doctor? [ Again, he didn't seem like the type, but John could be wrong. Words were still difficult, but he always had been a stubborn man. ]

MY HEART IS CRYING

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock's slow pacing suddenly came to a stop when John mentioned the unknown mans kindness. He seemed hesitant to answer the following question at first, quickly mulling over the thought in his mind but he only shakes his head solemnly.]

Detective, actually. I'll be working your case. [He couldn't exactly lie to him that much.] Should the doctors feel that you are fit to leave, you will be released into my care for a short while. A sort of... witness protection. Temporary, of course, till you are situated with accommodations for a different location... somewhere far from here, I'm sure you can understand the precautions necessary..

[He would have to pull a few strings, maybe call in a favor here or there, but this plan would work. As long as Sherlock kept telling himself that. This will work.]

ANGST IS GOOD FOR THEM

[mightbeblogging]

[ John tries to follow the other's words as best he can. The man doesn't seem like a normal detective, but then, he doesn't really seem like anything normal. He's not sure he's keen on being placed in the care of this stranger. Its just all happened rather suddenly, really. Then again, he just woke up from being unconscious and suffering a massive head injury. Its hard dealing with anything right now, especially this little bombshell. ]

Right, sure. Of course. It just seems... well, a bit extreme. So this is serious business, then? Someone was trying to kill me?

Sorry, what did you say your name was?

THEY NEED A BREAK FROM ALL THE FLUFF

[deducing_freak]

Oh yes, quite serious. But we won't know the full details till later on. [More lies. Sherlock knew everything. But the detective was going to keep his mouth shut about it. The less John knew, the better. He didn't need to know who the cab rigged with explosives was actually meant for, or how he had so recklessly jumped into the fire to save the poor fool who didn't know what he was walking into. No. And he certainly didn't need to know just how grateful that idiot detective was either.

This was for the best.]

My name..? [Sherlock managed some faint smile, something that his John would have noticed, but he was doubtful this one would even sense.] Stephan Haynes.