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At the wedding Sherlock says Mary got angry when he suggested her nausea was due to wedding nerves this is my idea of what happened…
'Sherlock! I don't feel so good.' Mary called from the bathroom of the bridal suite, I sighed and stood from the chair I was sitting on and walked towards the bathroom were Mary was kneeling by the toilet dry heaving with one hand clutched on her stomach.
'Mary, it's probably just wedding nerves' I said from the door feeling slightly uncomfortable, but the moment the words were out of my mouth I regretted them as Mary's head snapped around and she had a mean look on her face, I took a step back.
'Sherlock what do you mean wedding nerves? I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARDS TO THIS DAY SINCE I WAS THREE, THREE!' It took all I had in me not to take another step back…or run.
'Mary…I…I just meant…' I stuttered.
'No, no you didn't! I just have a bit of an upset stomach. Capiche?' she ranted.
'Capiche.' I muttered 'It's just that wedding nerves are perfectly normal, I mean John was having a panic attack right before I came to check on you.'
'What? John's nervous? Why would you tell me that? I'm nervous enough as it is!' She questioned getting in my face.
'Aha so I was right!' I exclaimed…shouldn't have said that! A shoe came flying across the room narrowly missing me.
'YOU ASS, GET OUT!' she screamed lunging towards me.
'Yes, maybe I should go check on John.' I said already running for the door. The moment it was closed behind me I leant against it letting out a breath before I started laughing, poor John he has no idea.
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