Sherlock just huffed a little, but just that made him grimace. “Being serious, Raven,” he rasped, obviously exasperated.
"I am too! Go." Mycroft was amused, but got up and left.
"Now stop trying to push it."
Once Mycroft was gone, Sherlock gave a sigh of relief. “Thanks,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again.
"Mm, Got one right. Good." She sighed.
"Sleep. You need to heal."
Agreeing with that, Sherlock shut his eyes, and was almost instantly asleep, not to wake up for several hours. The nurses came in to check on him a few times, to make sure he wasn’t running out of medication, and so on. But he didn’t really wake up until the next morning.
Raven Ended up, Curling up in the chair and Sleeping there that night. not wanting to leave Sherlock in fear that he would vanish again.
It was with a cough that woke Sherlock up, when the stitches tickled his throat; he woke up in a coughing fit, making his whole body feeling like it might rip apart.
Raven’s eyes flew open as A nurse came in to Check on Sherlock and to help get his breathing under control.
With the nurse’s help, Sherlock was finally breathing correctly, though it was wheezing and rasping.
"There we are Mr. Holmes, deep breaths," the nurse said gently, putting hand on his shoulder, but that just made Sherlock gasp, both in pain and in fear; perhaps the kidnapping had traumatized him more that originally apparent.
"Sherlock. It’s alright, Easy Okay?" Raven gently pulled back some curls off his forehead,
"Nothing is going to happen to you here, I promise."
Pupils blown wide in panic, Sherlock’s breathing was sporadic now, but seeing Raven started to calm him down a little.
The nurse had backed away, realizing she was doing more harm than good, and meekly offered, “Do you want me to sedate him…?”
"No not at the moment. that will make it worse." Raven smiled slightly, knowing the woman was just trying to help.
"Hey Sherly, It’s alright. No one is here to hurt you, It’s just me." Raven continued to gently run her fingers through his hair "Breathe Sweetie, Slowly."
Sherlock shut his eyes tightly, trying to focus on calming down, and reminding himself where he was—he was in the brightly lit, /safe/ hospital, not that dark cell where he was tortured so. Finally his breathing was calming down, though still wheezing a lot.