Making Amends (Sherlock & Mycroft X Sister!Reader)
Characters: Sherlock & Mycroft X Sister!Reader, John Watson X Wife!Reader
Universe: Sherlock
Warnings: Sickness, hospitals, mention of surgery and blood tests
Request: Could you do Sherlock x sister reader. The reader and Holmes brother DON'T get along and the R is married to John Watson. The r gets diagnosed to Kidney failure and needs transplant, either the Holmes brother got match. The Holmes brothers we're worried at her and they wanted to make amend. Before the surgery they reconciled to reader and the reader forgive them.
You didn’t get along with your brothers, and hadn’t done since you were little. Your personalities didn’t merge well together, and it went further than a normal sibling hatred. Mycroft had a tendency to berate you and tell you that you weren’t doing good enough compared to him and Sherlock, and Sherlock just couldn’t help but insult you and point out your insecurities. It got to the point where a few years ago you decided to go no contact for a while, at least until you felt comfortable enough to try and let them be in your life.
In a strange turn of events, you ended up finding a link back to your second oldest brother, through his close friend/ex flatmate, John Watson. The reason that John no longer lived with Sherlock was because he was now living with you, his wife. The best part was that you had figured out it was Sherlock who he lived with early on in the relationship when he invited you around for tea one afternoon when Sherlock was out, and you spotted some of his telltale belongings, and you quickly told John of your relation to his roommate. He actually took the news pretty well, sitting down with you as you had your tea as you explained you were no contact with him and why, and he totally understood, and since then all your dates had been elsewhere, away from the presence of Sherlock. In fact, to make sure he wouldn’t snoop, John never told Sherlock he was dating.
It wasn’t until after John had moved out to live with you did Sherlock actually realise, and he realised because he came around for John’s help and you had answered the door. Needless to say, Sherlock wasn’t happy, and from then on only called or texted John when he needed him. You were more than happy with that arrangement. Sherlock of course told Mycroft about the whole thing, and Mycroft had the piece of mind to mostly ignore this information, except to sometimes ask how you were to John. John wish he could have taken a picture of Mycroft’s face when he informed him that you two were now married just to show you. It took Sherlock another month to realise this.
You often worried about John, and admittedly your brothers as well. You always assured that if John needed time away from Sherlock’s antics, you’d swat Sherlock away whenever he came around, even when John assured you there was no need. Sure, Sherlock drove him up the walls sometimes, but apparently John was fine with it if it meant they left you alone. Still though, you worried. About him, about your brothers… and you guess you worried a bit too much.
“Have you lost weight?” John commented one morning as you were having breakfast. You looked down at yourself, and admittedly you did notice you seemed to have lost some weight. You hummed.
“I guess. Might mean we can go have Christmas with my parents with Sherlock and Mycroft there and Sherlock might actually say something nice.” You joked, before yawning.
“Have you been sleeping well?” John then asked.
“Well… not as much as I used to, but it’s probably nothing.” You dismissed, but when you looked at your husband, you saw his eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Don’t go mothering me, John.”
“I’m not going to, just… how about we just pop to the doctors to make sure you’re okay?”
“John, you’re a doctor.”
“I’m your husband, I might be bias.” He excused, making you chuckle. “It might be nothing, but… weight loss and lack of sleep can be linked to a lot of serious stuff.” He explained. You knew that arguing with John over your health wasn’t gonna work, so you simply sighed and agreed.
A check up at the doctors escalated rather quickly, since during your appointment, both the doctor and John noticed your arm kept twitching and you admitted to have feeling a bit sick over the last few days, and admittedly you hadn’t had much of an appetite, and you had to give a blood test and urine sample, and then they booked you in for an MRI later that day. Now you were a little worried, but John was even more worried. “I’ll book today off work, I want to be there with you for the scan and the results.” He told you in the taxi home. His fussiness almost gave you a dreadful feeling, like he had an idea on what was wrong. You didn’t ask though, not wanting to wind yourself up. Instead you kept telling yourself that everything was fine, it was just a bug or something. Something minor.
John went with you to the hospital, and you tried to stay calm throughout the whole thing, however the entire time John was clearly worried out of his mind, even if he was trying to hide it. As you were waiting for the doctor to call you for the scan, you had been sat, and John had been stood over you, hands on hips and evidently anxious. “I’m going to be fine, it’s just a scan. I just have to lay perfectly still, right?” You tried to soothe him.
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, everything will be fine, just me worrying is all.” John tried to calm himself. Soon the doctor came out and called you into the room to do the scan. John had to wait with the doctor as they test happened, and while he wanted to discuss his theory to the others, he didn’t want to be accidentally heard by you over the intercom as they spoke with you. Eventually the test ended, and they told you they wanted you to stay in until the results came back.
As you waited, you had tried to get John to relax, saying maybe he should get a drink or a snack, but John refused, staying right by your side. Instead, you tried to talk to him about anything other than what was happening to try and calm him. That was until the doctors came back, and told you exactly why he was so on edge.
Kidney failure.
They explained to you how everything was going to happen now. They were going to keep you in and give you support until they could find you a donor, and they needed to find you one soon, and they’ll also perform a biopsy to find out the extent of damage and what caused it. John had been silent throughout the explanation, and as soon as the doctors asked if you had any questions, he spoke up. “Can you test to see if I’m a match?”
“Of course, we’ll get you tested immediately, please come with me.” The doctor instructed, and John got up. However before he left, he turned around to you and kissed your head.
“It’s gonna be alright. We’ll find you a donor, you’ll have your operation, and we’ll go home and rest.” He promised you, and you smiled at him before he turned to leave. Admittedly you weren’t sure how much of that was true.
John went for the test, though part of him knew there was a good chance he wasn’t a match. However, he knew two people who would more than likely be. As soon as the test was done, he got on his phone, calling Mycroft.
“Hello John, it’s a bit odd for you to be calling me-”
“Is Sherlock with you?”
“Oh no, what has he done?”
“Is. He. With. You?” John demanded. Mycroft had been silent for a moment.
“Yes. Why?”
“Good. You two need to get down to the hospital right now and get your blood tested. Y/N is really sick, she’s in kidney failure and she needs a donor as soon as possible.” He told them.
“We’ll be right down.”
The pair arrived not long after, immediately explaining the reason for them being there and Sherlock basically demanded a blood test right then and there. As soon as their tests had been done, they went to see you. You hadn’t been feeling much better since your admission, in fact you had been feeling worse. You’d tried to eat despite your lack of appetite because part of you hoped that if you did so it would have your situation, and you just ended up making yourself sick, and since then you’d sort of curled up in bed, shutting your hand and focussing on the feeling of John holding your hand. Neither said anything as they came and sat down at your bedside. John looked at them, a hint of gratefulness in his eyes, but it was clear he was scared. You weren’t doing well. You eventually opened your eyes, spotting the two. “What are you two doing here?”
“I called them. There’s a good chance one of them is a match.” John explained to you. You didn’t get upset with him, didn’t ask them to leave, or even kicked up any sort of fuss.
“Okay.” Was all you got out before you closed your eyes again.
“We’ve already been tested, we just have to wait to see the results.” Mycroft spoke up.
“What if none of you match?” You asked, being answered with a terrified silence. No match meant either a long, painful wait, or death. You really hoped one of them was a match.
Eventually the Doctor came back, and the smiles on his face immediately made you feel better. “Good news, both of your brothers can donate.” He informed you.
“Alright, when do we need to operate?” Mycroft ask.
“I’ll do it.” Sherlock spoke up immediately afterwards.
“Sherlock, I’m the eldest, it’s my responsibility-”
“Will you two just flip a coin or something? This isn’t over something like who gets the last slice of cake- this is Y/N’s life we’re talking about. Stop bickering.” John immediately told them off for you. Both fell quiet for a moment.
“You’re right. We’re sorry Y/N.” Mycroft apologised.
Eventually the two came to a decision on who would be donating- that being Mycroft. He could do his work while on rest from the operation, while Sherlock would without a doubt be up and about against the doctor’s orders. Myroft was taken to another room to be prepped before surgery, and Sherlock stayed with you and John. “...I know we haven’t been the best brothers to you, Y/N. Far from it… We’ve insulted you, belittled you… I can’t blame you for a second for cutting us out for so long, and I understand if after this you still want to keep your distance.” Sherlock spoke up.
“I know you two don’t mean to hurt me when you say that stuff, that you’re actually trying to help. I know Mycroft comments on how I live because he wants me to do well like him, and I know you often forget that words can hurt.”
“And I’m going to work on that, I promise.” Sherlock assured. Mycroft came back in the room, followed by the doctor and some surgeons.
“Ready Mrs Watson?” The doctor asked.
“I guess.” You sighed. John gave a squeeze to your hand, kissing your head, before your bed starting to be moved down the corridors. Mycroft opted to walk down there himself, beside his brother and John beside your bed, until you were at the doors. “Alright… see you two in a bit.” You said to your husband and Sherlock, before you turned to Mycroft. “Let’s see who wakes up first.” You joked, making him smile lightly, before you both went into the room.
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