"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold." -Zelda Fitzgerald
*Nevaeh gets confronted by the man in black. John and Rosie witness something that they have never seen of Sherlock.*
Warning: There is medical graphic stuff, so if you don't like that just skip it or don't read XD
Enjoy!~
Sherlock woke from the start, as the sun was rudely shining through the window curtains. He got up as he stretched his body and contemplated if he should get black out curtains when he was finished talking to John. It sounded like a good idea, so he can get the freaking sun out of the bedroom.
The curly haired man checked his phone to see if John was able to come. He got a message from John at around eight in the morning.
'Okay, be there soon.' -JW
He threw is phone on the bed and went downstairs. When he arrived home last night, Sherlock didn't even bother to try not to make noise, he was beyond exhausted and though he may never admit it, it was something he would've done for an excuse. He could tell that Mrs. Hudson was in her own flat making tea by the strong smells of it.
He thought about making tea, but then decided against as he wanted coffee instead. 'Helps stimulates more brain cells', Sherlock thought to himself.
Afterwards he grabbed his cuppa and all but plopped in his chair, surprisingly without spilling a drop of his coffee. He sipped little by little, remembering last night was pretty uneventful, but at least he solved a case, even though it less than a two.
He wondered why he was so intrigued by the girl last night. It was no special night, just a random one, so why? He played it over and over again in his mind. It felt weird thinking about it. After coming back from his so called suicide, he was almost like himself, but he more emotional this time and his friends were very surprised at it, even he was too, not that anyone cared but Sherlock.
"Damn emotions." Sherlock murmured to no one in particular.
He got up once he finished his coffee and headed to take a shower. He hasn't taken one in days. Probably was a good idea, now that his head was messed up and greasy. Taking off his clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror. He can see the bullet wound from when he was shot in the chest. It was a miracle that he survived it, but it wasn't the last of his injuries.
Sighing, he turned on the shower in silence, feeling the hot droplets of water batter at his skin.
Just as he was going to get out, he heard a door bell. He quickly got out and wrapped the towel on his waist to go fetch the door. No surprise that John and Rosie was at the front door. He allowed them to come in and swiftly changed into his normal clothes. John laid down Rosie's bag on the floor and sat down with Rosie in his lap, bouncing her on his knees. The small girl giggled at her fathers actions, but half smiled as she was distracted with a toy in her hand. He gave a kiss on her head and kept his lips there until the consulting detective was done.
Sherlock came back, sharp as ever, and then sat down in his chair, his hair still wet from the shower
"How are you and Rosie doing?"Sherlock then asked, watching the toddler shake the toy in her hand.
"Good, Rosie is doing well in preschool, making friends, being a single parent and whatnot." John said, obviously, waving his hand in boredom as well. "Job has been as well, probably be working overtime tomorrow, so Harry is going to be watching her."
The detective nodded and folded his long legs, deciding if he should straight out tell John, eventually he did. "I met a girl at the hospital last night."
"Did you now?" His friends questioned, raising his brow. "Is that why you wanted me to come here? To give you girl advice?"
"Not like that!" Sherlock said impatiently. He huffed and continued on, "She was at least 10 or 8 years old. She across from where I was waiting from Greg, technically it was almost right across the welcome desk. She was a patient. I had to go to the hospital thanks to Greg about a case and when he left to see if they were ready he left and I waited and there she was."
"Ah I see, black hair? Blue eyes? Pale?" His friend guessed. Sherlock looked at him, puzzled, "How did you know?"
John chuckled, putting Rosie on the floor to play. "I know almost every patient at that hospital, remember, I work there." Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Any who, I met the girl when she was getting her blood transfusion. She was pretty quiet, almost didn't see her there before." John explained.
Sherlock hummed in response and allowed himself to think for a moment, while John was quirking his eyebrows up, wondering whats going on inside that head of is. "What are you planning Sherlock?" John asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." He bluntly said, "Just thinking."
"Uh huh, should I be concerned?" John asked, picking up Rosie and sitting her next to her him. He grabbed another toy out of the bag he brought.
Sherlock shook his head, "No, but I am concerned for her." He admitted, earning a surprised look from his doctor friend.
"Let me ask...why?" John asked, his eyes still in shock.
"Because, John, she didn't have anything in her room, no chairs, no get-well cards. Not even anything to do while she was there. Did she just transfer?"
John thought for a moment, but then shook his head. "No, I think she's been there for quite some time. Judging by how pale she is, she could have-"
"Some sort of Anemia, or bone marrow cancer." Sherlock finished.
John nodded. "Do you know any Anemia that is likely fatal to be actually in a hospital?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah, A-plastic Anemia is pretty fatal if not treated, but, it does affect their bone marrow sometimes. There are some other, but that's our best bet." John exclaimed. He saw Rosie looking at him with her big bright eyes. She lifted her arms, wanting to be held. She was a quiet kid during the mornings, unfortunately in the afternoons, she was crazy. Might as well enjoy the silence. He smiled at his daughter and lifted her up on his lap, and bounced her once again.
Sherlock watched the father-daughter moment. He felt a twang of sadness that he will never have that feeling, darn, he was almost 40 years old. he ain't getting younger sadly, but he shook to thought out
"Well, I guess your right." Sherlock sighed.
"Wow, what did you do to the real Sherlock?" John said dramatically.
"Ha-ha, very funny. You should like the new me, I'm actually taking are of myself and I am caring more." He said proudly. John smiled, "Yeah, I can finally say that your now an adult and not a child." John said sarcastically.
Sherlock gave him a glare that made his colleague laugh out loud, startling Rosie, but soon relaxed. His laughs were calmed down and finally John asked, "Would you like to hold your Goddaughter?"
The detective was hesitant, but looking at the small girl, he couldn't say no. He nodded.
"Alright, Come on sweety, here is uncle Sherlock!" John said happily to both of them. Sherlock awkwardly held out his hands and waited.
"Nevaeh, It's time to get another transfusion." The nurse said softly. The girl groaned, upset that she had to get another blood transfusion. "Fortunately, you'll be only getting one." The nurse said, trying to cheer her up, which it almost did. The nurse could see the girls face brighten up a bit.
The nurse helped Nevaeh out of the hospital bed. She unhooked her IV bag and walked the girl to the room, but Nevaeh knew where the room was. She's been there almost every day. She didn't need any help to find it, but she couldn't go alone, so a nurse had to bring her there.
The black haired girl sat down in a familiar chair and waited for the nurse to get the blood bag and hook her up to her. She looked at her forearms. They were covered in a dark spots, where they inserted the needle for the transfusion. They were a little bruised and it was sore afterwards, but after so many, she felt she was immune to them.
Though she hated when they would insert the needle into her already bruised, sore arm. That's what she hated the most, luckily it was quick and fast and often the nurses would distract her, which she was grateful for.
The same nurse came back with the blood bag, her gloves on, a needed and a band. First, she put the band tight above right above the forearm and waited for the veins to pop out and make an appearance. They waited in silence until the nurse pressed firmly against her skin, feeling a vein. She took the untouched needle and connected it to the blood bag.
She looked at Nevaeh and got an approved nod before saying, "Take a deep breath." She held her breath and embraced the puncture. She exhaled when the needle inserted and then turned to see the tube fill with blood and then it being released in her body. After that, she put on a heart monitor for her to analyze her heartbeat during the procedure.
"You did great." The nurse smiled. She took off her gloves and threw in the trash and went towards the door. "I'll be back."
Nevaeh nodded and gave her a smile. After the nurse left, she let her face fall, and looked at the tube of blood flowing into her sickly body. The girl sighed, oh how she hated this. She recognized that she was getting the symptoms whenever she would get the transfusion. Usually she would get the signs at the beginning and would continue on after they were done.
'Another 4 hours in here. Joy.' She thought sarcastically
Hopefully it will go quicker, but her answers were almost definitely wrong every time.
By heart, she could say all her symptoms she's experiencing. Dizziness, shortness of breath,paleness and itching. It took her all her might to take off her IV and itch where the needle pierced her skin. She didn't mind the other symptoms, she could endure that for months without complaining.
Nevaeh leaned her head back on the hard cushion and waited for the nurse to come back and check how the process wast doing.
"Sorry..." Sherlock mumbled, as John swayed back and forth, comforting a crying toddler. His friend gave him a sympathetic smile, "Don't worry mate, she's just tired. Maybe it's time for nap time."
"No, I think babies just hate me." He pouted.
"Since when were you concerned about babies liking you?" John asked, smirking at how much his friend has changed since then.
Sherlock didn't even bother to answer as his phone made a buzzing sound. He quickly picked up his phone and saw a text from the Inspector.
'Need help, meet me at the hospital.' -GL
Sherlock's messaged immediately.
'On my way.' -SH
The detective briskly grabbed his coat and gracefully put it on his lanky form, then snatching his scarf, wrapping his around his neck and, also almost forgetting that John and Rosie was still here. He turned around, facing John. "Would you like to come to the hospital with me?" He asked.
"Hey why not? I am actually curious about your concern for this girl." John said, smirking as his friend groaned. "You don't have to make fun of me caring for some child."
"No, I don't but, something tells me that you were thinking about children?" He said, being coy. Sherlock inhaled and blew exhaled as he sighed in defeat, "Yes, yes. I was thinking about children, but I would be awful." He waved his hand in dismiss, but John wasn't having none of it.
"Come on, just because Rosie didn't want to be held, doesn't mean that every baby hates you. What about older ones?"
Sherlock contemplated and nodded, "Perhaps, though for now lets just get this case over with."
John nodded and gathered Rosie and her bag, letting the detective hail a cab. 'Maybe he would be a good father.' John thought and this time, His friend made no comment.
Sherlock was walking speedily as his colleague followed behind having Rosie situated against his chest as she slept. Greg greeted them at the exact same spot. The Inspector explained the case and Sherlock was already making deductions. While Sherlock was busying himself with the case, John was pulled aside by a nurse who recognized him and needed help with paperwork. He complied, even though it was his day off.
He excused himself from Sherlock, who didn't seem to care, and was led to a room where patients would get blood transfusion. "Just so you know, there is a patient who's resting while getting their blood transfusion, so please be quiet." She warned. John nodded and understood.
As he entered, he immediately saw the girl Sherlock described her. Black hair, 8 to 10 years old, quiet, and positively pale. She had her eyes closed, obviously sleeping or resting, with the blood bag -half empty- and a heart monitor next to her. He was surprised that Rosie was still sleeping with the monitor beeping.
The nurse ushered him to some paper work. She led him to a chair that was identical to the girl who was sitting there. he gently took the the papers and set aside the bag that was hung over his shoulder. Unfortunately Rosie was asleep on his other shoulder now and it almost impossible to get the paper work done.
The nurse seemed to take notice of the struggle. Since she knew Rosie and John well, she held out her arms to take Rosie out of his hands. He smiled and thanked her using his eyes as he handed carefully to the nurse. The woman smiled and bobbed her body up and down slowly as Rosie was squirming, but to no avail.
Rosie started whimpering as her whole climate changed to her father's warm chest and shoulder to a woman she knew but not too well, also she was cold. John swiftly put his finger on his lips, hoping Rosie would understand and that they wouldn't wake the young patient up, but she cried loudly instead.
Nevaeh eyes flew opened, hearing her heart monitor rise up, and also someone crying really loud. Her heart pumped faster from the scare making the monitor rise, stipulating that she was panicking. She immediately turned her head to see a a short man swiftly taking a child from a nurse's arms and rocking a crying toddler hurriedly.
Another nurse scurried right over to her and she was able to register what the nurse was saying.
"Breath, sweetheart, it's okay. No harm." She gently said, patting her shoulder. Nevaeh took a gulp of air and exhaled, the heart monitor slowly going back to normal. She was shaking a little though.
"W-who are they?" She asked, her tone a little precarious as the stranger was still caring for the baby girl. She didn't ask when he didn't answer. she let him care for his infant, seeing that he meant no danger. Then she heard footfalls from the direction of door. They became louder and louder, making her tense, until a tall man dressed in black. Instantly she recognized him from last night.
Sherlock paid no attention to anyone in the room and walked towards John and Rosie, who now seemed to be calming down. Nevaeh looked at every movement of him as he looked over his colleague with worry.
"Is everything okay?" Sherlock asked, eyes scanning over them for any injuries. He may be a heartless man, but he cared deeply for those he knew closely.
John nodded while petting his daughter's soft hair. "Just startled. She's fine." He then turned to the young girl who was looking at both of them, wide eyed as the nurse was still rubbing her shoulders.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you-"
The girl cut him off by raising the hand that wasn't occupied. "It's fine, I understand." She said, her voice delicate. John put on a sympathetic and apologetic smile, though now, he could tell how much the girl looked tired and that she needed sleep.
Sherlock didn't notice her until her soft voice broke his thoughts. He turned his face to the girl sitting in a chair. Now he able to get a good look at her. 'Even more paler, sleeping not to long ago, getting a blood transfusion' He scoffed, 'Obviously.'
The girl looked at him, puzzled as he made a scoff. She didn't know whether it was for her, the nurses or the other man. His face soften as his eyes met her ocean blue eyes, and he too can tell that the blood transfusion made her very weary.
He stepped up a little, but then backed down seeing her shoulders grow slightly tense, he cleared his throat, trying to make his voice as mellow as possible, "I apologize for interrupting your transfusion."
She let her guard down as she felt calm from his soft voice. She smiled faintly, "It's fine. Besides I am done now." looking at her now empty blood bag. The nurse put her gloves on and pulled it out briefly, and then placed a band-aid where the needed was.
"Let's wait for a few moments for your body to get used to the blood. The girl nodded. "Do you want me to stay with you?" The woman asked. She shook her head. "Alright, call me when your ready." Nevaeh probably assumed that the nurse was mistaking the people in the blood room, was her family. But she wanted to know why this man was there last night.
Normally she would ask to be taken to her room as soon as possible, but something about this man made want to know him more. The nurse left, leaving the tow men with a toddler, now sniffling. John went back to papers while Rosie was sitting on his lap, quiet now.
The group stayed silent, only hearing shuffling of papers from John, and small sniffles from Rosie.
Finally Sherlock decided to change that. "I don't think I have introduced myself. I am Sherlock Holmes, a consulting detective. This my colleague, John." Pointing his index finger to the doctor and then to Rosie. "And that is my Goddaughter, Rosamund."
"Rosie." John corrected, and also waving to the girl eagerly.
"Right."
The girl was unsure if she should announce her name. She eventually did, "Nevaeh."
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