The Adventure of the Dying Detective
"Sir, please, you can't go in there!" The woman at the doors to the quarantine unit cried, as she tried to stop the man who was trying to break through the locked doors.
"I'm a doctor let me in." He cried.
"Sir, I can't do that, I'm sorry." She replied trying to calm the semi-crazed man.
"God damn it; open the door!" He almost screamed.
"I'm sorry sir." She tried to be sympathetic, but it had never been her strong point.
"He's my only friend... Please... Let me in..." He was obviously losing hope, his voice fading.
"Sir, go get a coffee, we'll find you when we've found something out, if that's okay?" She tried to calm him.
"Yeah... Okay..." He said slowly.
"Can I take a name for you, and the patient?" She added as an afterthought.
"I'm John Watson, and he... is Sherlock Holmes."
So... a small start to a story... I will update, but I'm going to London so it might be a bit slow... :( That goes for all my stories :( but anyhow if you like it or hate it review :) OtterBatch