The touch of John's hand startled Sherlock, but he didn't pull away. After the initial stiffening at the the unexpected touch, he relax, his shoulder finally slumping silently after sitting stiff and rigid for so long, tensely waiting for John to awaken.

"Alright." He said softly, letting the slightest smile come to his face.

John was alive, and that was all that mattered. No more needed to be said.