"John" Sherlock whispered, locking his fingers between John's.
"Yes?" John replied, his tone empty and solid, resting his head on his partner's shoulder.
"I...I'm scared" Sherlock wheezed, his breathing heavy, his chest shuddering as he exhaled.
John's eyes closed from hearing the pain in Sherlock's voice, Sherlock stared pitifully at the large quantity of pills and injections that sat before him.
John's grip increased on Sherlock's hand, sending shivers up the mans bruised arms.
"I never thought..." Sherlock started, streams of tears rolled down his pale cheeks, "I never thought that I would be scared of..." his voice quieting.
"Of Dying?" John finished, he trembled, letting go of Sherlock and covering his face, crying out in frustration.
"Please Sherlock, will you be strong for me?" John Begged, "Your life is not over yet and I will be with you until it is, and when it comes to that day I will be there to hold your hand and tell you I love you, okay?"
Sherlock shook, his face was distraught, he was frightened, which was unlikely for him in most circumstances.
This was nothing that he had ever experienced and he had never valued his life or his best friend more than ever before.
"I don't want to die, not yet..."
John pulled Sherlock close to his chest, they stayed silent as they thought of their times together, it was painful but they needed to cherish every moment they had together, because they would never know when the time would come to say goodbye...