AN: I know, I know, I'm sorry, I really should be updating A Piece of Cake but this plot bunny hit me over the head and then scribbled over my maths homework, shouting 'WRITE MEEEE!' Please please please tell me what you think guys.
Lily
19th October
I screwed up my eyes in pain as that woman threw the curtains open.
'Good morning Mr Watson!' she trilled, cheerily. I turned over and buried my face into the pillow in annoyance
'Morning...' I mumbled.
'Breakfast will be served at nine, and then you have a doctor's appointment at eleven, alright?' she smiled falsely 'Oh and your friend Mr Holmes will be here a little later.'
I hummed, not really interested, everything was always the same here, so why did she insist on telling me every single day? I swung my legs over the side of the bed and leaned over to grab my cane, the nurse must have been a new one because she immediately picked it up and handed it to me.
Big mistake. I snatched it off her, glaring at her for good measure and wrenched open the door, asking her to leave without a word. I think she realised what she'd done wrong, since she only blushed before scurrying out. I slammed the door shut behind her and sank back down on to the bed. Honestly, I was here because I apparently couldn't take care of myself, couldn't anyone in this bloody place let me do anything?
I dressed painfully and walked down to breakfast, dreading the day ahead. Same old shit, every single day. The morning passed in typical fashion, the doctor tried to make me talk about... about Him again.
'John, it's not good for you to just keep everything inside all the time...'
'I don't want to talk about it.'
'But you have to...'
'I don't want to talk to you!' I snapped.
He sighed, like he does every time and propped up a mirror on the table 'Tell me what you see John.'
I smirked humourlessly 'The same thing I see every time you do this.' I stared at my close-cropped dark hair and blue eyes in the mirror. 'I see Dr John Watson MD, what did you expect doctor?'
And every time he sighs and tries to get me to open up. I didn't.
And then Mycroft. It was him who insisted I came here, it's him who makes me see the doctor everyday, so, naturally, he visits me about twice a week. It's always awkward. We've only ever had one thing in common. He's always sat in the left hand armchair by the window in my room and he's always, somehow, got a cup of some expensive tea.
'Hello John.' He said quietly. He hesitates before he says my name, like every time. 'How are you today?'
'Fine, thank you.' I replied shyly, staring at my hands. We made embarrassed small talk for a few minutes like we always do, he seemed sad every time he said my name, like every single day. Then he stood up and squeezed a hand on my shoulder. I thought it was funny, he'd never done that before.
'John, I'm... I'm going to bring someone tomorrow. Here I mean. To see you. Will that be alright?' he smiled. He's much more familiar with me than... than before. Strange really.
AN: So, I know that was horrible, but it will get better, I promise. Review.
