Okay, this is my story for the SH. Illness Contest.
Once again, sorry, I was late, but I had an awful first week in school!
The things in the "…"-s are thoughts.
Holmes + Watson = not mine!
Warning! My native language is Hungarian, not English, I try to write correct, but mistakes can happen.
Read and enjoy!
Title: Forgive me!
His returning nightmare waked him up in the middle of the night. He stared at the ceiling for a moment and took a deep breath. This dream was haunting him for the third night. And it was always the same, with the same ending.
" If only I had a case! " He thought, and looked at the clock. It was midnight. Holmes got out of the bed and walked to the window and he gazed out into the deep and dark night. He watched the street for long. Two prostitutes were standing in a gateway; his wife dragged a drunken man along the street. Later two young men came and they talked to the prostitutes. They walked away together. And the street was empty. Empty, dark and cold. But Holmes could still see shadows moving in the night. His head was aching. It was like horses were running inside of his skull around and around. He felt dizzy, and he had to sit down. He sat in a chair for a while whit eyes tight shut. But that throbbing horserace in his head didn't stopped, his eyes were burning, like his eyeholes were made of red-hot iron.
"Maybe a little sleep will …No! If I go back to sleep, that nightmare returns! Hold on Holmes! This night will be over within a few hours and I'm sure that the morning will bring a case! " He told himself. He wrapped himself into a warm blanket and pulled his chair to the window. As he gazed at the stars he had fallen into the opened arms of dreams.
Watson's P.O.V.
I arrived early in the morning to our flat at Baker Street. It was dawning, when Mrs. Hudson waked me up, because Mr. Horace White was looking for me. He was my friend for a long time, and I couldn't imagine why he wanted to meet me in such time. He told me, that his Wife begun to labour and She wanted me to help Her child to this world. Thankfully, there was no trouble along the childbirth and Mr and Mrs White became the parents of a healthy and strong little boy.
I've found Holmes in the living-room whit a man and a woman. They were his clients, I was sure about it, and I didn't wanted to bother them. I got up to my room and I lay down to make up for the sleep I've missed.
I haven't seen Holmes for two days. I knew that, he was on a case, but he told nothing about it. On the third morning he arrived. But somehow, he was not himself. He had dark circles under his eyes, because he wasn't sleeping for days now, and his face appeared to be paler, than it's usual and he looked tired and exhausted.
- Good morning, Watson!
- Good morning, Holmes! How's your case going?
- I see, that the art of deduction seems to be affecting you, Watson.
- It wasn't hard to find out. You had two visitors and soon, you disappear for days. I think It's elementary, my dear Holmes! – He was laughing at my little joke, but as he finished it he touched his forehead and he grimaced painfully.
- Holmes, are you all right? – I asked and walked over to his side
- It's nothing, Watson, just a little headache. It will be over soon, don't worry!
- You don't look so good! Have you been eating regularly? "Stupid question!" And when did you sleep last time?
- Watson! Don't be so childish! I'm all right. You know me better than anybody else in this town, that means, you know my good and bad habits, aren't you?
- I think that, you need some rest. For God's sake, Holmes, you overwork yourself! Think of your health!
- I'm doing it right now!
- And what does it tells you? –I asked sarcastically
- It tells me, not to stay for long, if I don't want to be annoyed by a maniac!
- Holmes! This was unworthy from you! Your nerves are already…
- Don't come with this thing! You come up with it always! You should really figure out something new! – Now, I was really angry.
- I see, I'm wasting my time with you!
- Strange, I wanted to tell the same! But if, you don't mind, I've got important work to do. Goodbye!
I haven't seen Holmes for two days, since our arguing. I was worried for him. I knew, he wasn't well and still I let him go. I should have done something to stop him! But what? Tie him to a chair? Trap him in his room? Ridiculous! "Holmes is a grownup man, he can take care of himself! If he gets ill, it's his fault, not yours!" I told to myself, but I was still worried for him.
Narrator's P.O.V.
It was late at night, when he decided to go home. He wasn't feeling himself all right. The throbbing in his head didn't stopped. It was worst than ever before. The horses turned into elephants, hundreds of elephants. His joints were aching and they were weak. He felt as if he would collapse in every minute. His legs and muscles were powerless, and his knees were shaking. It was a cold night but he was sweating. He was breathing heavily. His head, his eyeholes and his skin were burning but inside he was shivering from cold. He leaned against the wall of an old house and looked around. He was in a dangerous part of London in a dark alley. His eyes were burning, he couldn't see clearly. He saw red spots dancing before him. He felt dizzy; the whole World was turning with him around. He held the wall tightly. His eyes shed tears, he was sleepy, he wanted to lie down for a little rest. Just for a moment. " No! You mustn't go to sleep! Understand? MUSTN'T! If you lay down, you may never wake up! Hold on! Just hold on for a while! Okay, don't fall into panic! Think!" He looked around to find out, where he was. But it was difficult. He felt sore all over. His eyes were heavy and tired. He sighted. He closed his eyes but the throbbing, the red spots, the weakness and the pain were too strong together. " Just for a moment! " But his will finally won the battle. Slowly, with shaking, weak legs, he began to walk. He stopped at every corner, every gateway, but never for long. Once he had fallen, but he stood up and walked longer. One thing gave him strength. He wanted to see Watson. He wanted to apologise for his rude behaviour. Watson was right and he didn't listen to him, no worst than that, he hurt him. He wanted to say sorry, he hated himself because of their arguing. This kept him on his feet. He needed Watson's forgiving!
Well, that's all for now. I'll be working of the next chapter! Be patient!
I hope, I'll get some points for this!