Hey guys, this is my sequil to my other sherlock fanfic, aftermath, this idea came to me because I am currently recovering from an operation myself, so I can relate to poor sherlock in this fic—its a direct story of my own struggles this past week, I had a knee operation last thursday, and let me tell you, its a bit not good- enjoy:
Sherlock: its all Johns fault! If he'd have just done as i had said and gone round the back like I had told him none of this would have happened, whydoesnt he ever listen to me? Here I am, sofa bound because some stupid jewel thief had decided to shoot me in the knee. He-ofcouse was trying to stop my advances, by shooting me in the knee, he had sucessfully imobilised his chaser (me) so as to escape capture. Needless to say that his plan did not succeed as i was lucky enough to have sent lestrade round the other side of the ally, no thanks to John, who i told to go, as he was closer, but no, he had to stay with me, didnt he! Which in turn made me worry, and because i was worrying i was not up to my usual deduction skills, so i had failed to notice the pepretatour pull his gun on me. This happened 3 days ago, when I was hired by S.H Samuals to catch a very nenouned jewelry thief. He had taken from 5 of his shops, 3 rings, 1 necklace and 1 gold watch. He had preceded to take a very expensive bracelet on that faithful night, and the result was a very angry, sulking detective.
After I came to in the hospital, I had made it perfectly clear that I was very angy with john, who found this all pretty amusing I might say so, i had preceded to tell him that this all came obout because of 'sentinent' this was exactly the reason why i did not have 'relations' with anyone, 3 weeks into our 'relationship' all i had gotten from it was a shattered knee cap and a sour mood and all he had to say on the matter was-"sherlock, dont pout,"