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Chapter 2.
A strong smell tickles my nose and brings me back from the darkness. What happened? How did I get here on the floor?
'Ah good, you are awake.'
I almost faint again as I look up to my …. What is he? Friend? Illusion? Dead man walking?
'Sh-Sherlock?' I hear my voice shake.
'Yes, John.'
'But…. You're alive?'
An annoyed sigh while two strong hands pull me off the floor. 'Please stop stating the obvious, John. You know how I despise it.'
I am still shaking. This can't be true….
'John?'
I must be hallucinating. I did work too much lately….
'John?'
I should close my eyes for a bit to make this delusion disappear.
'JOHN! Open your eyes! Would you stop behaving like an idiot and pay attention!'
My friend (or my hallucination, I am still not sure) puts his hands on my shoulders and shakes me rather violently.
I stare at him. Dazzled. I feel how I slowly sink to sit on the edge of the examination table.
'Sherlock…' I whisper. 'How did you do this? How could you possibly be here?'
'John, must we do this now? There is not much time!' His voice sounds harsh and agitated. Of course. That is how I remember it. What is he saying, though? I don't pay attention to it. Too many questions are going through my mind. My head is spinning.
'How, Sherlock? I saw you fall! I watched your crushed face on the pavement! I felt your pulse! There was no heartbeat Sherlock! How?'
Another agitated sigh. 'We can talk later, John. For now, I need your assistance. Come with me!' He walks towards the door. I don't move from the table.
'No.' I hear myself say it. What am I doing?
'Hmm?' Sherlock has already opened the door. He does not look up.
'No.' I say again. 'I am not going anywhere with you until you tell me what is going on here.'
'What?' His squints at me, though still clearly in a hurry to leave.
'You heard me, Sherlock.'
Another annoyed sigh. This is getting old. Already.
'John, we will have time for that later. Right now I need your assistance with a more important matter.' He says it without even looking at me. In his usual annoyed tone, like we saw each other yesterday and I am asking him about the weather. It is infuriating.
'You led me believe you were dead, you bastard.' I want to yell but since we are only separated from a hospital full of patients by very thin walls I hiss instead and I hear my voice shriek.
Sherlock looks at me now. Finally. His eyes filled with anger. Wait, why is he angry?
'We. Will. Talk. Later. John.' He says while keeping his teeth clamed together. 'Now come.'
'No!'
'Why the hell not!'
We are yelling now. Forget the patients!
'Because I saw you die, Sherlock! I watched you die and now you are here. You suddenly decided to drop bye "Hi, I am alive. Come with me to do something dangerous!" Without any explanation.'
'That was never a problem before!'
'This is not like before Sherlock! Life like before does not exist anymore!' I get up from the table and yell at him while I wave my arms around as if I am trying to show him where he is: in my life. My new life. After his death. 'I am married now! Even with you back you are no longer the most important person in my life! I will no longer drop everything to run mindlessly after you without you giving me any explanations!'
He stares at me. Blank. As usual I cannot tell what he is thinking but I can see he is angry.
I don't care. Suddenly the anger is rushing back over me. It is like I went back in time. I just want to yell at him. So I do…
'You burst in here like nothing happened! Not even a "Hi John, I'm sorry I faked my suicide. How have you been?" Noho! It is all about you! You! You! You! Like always. I understand it is not a shock for you to see me, but maybe you can manage to grasp of what this is like for me to see you, you emotionless git!'
He doesn't respond. We stare at each other. I cannot tell who is more angry. Then he steps towards me.
'Can you control your childish whims for just a few hours?'
I take a deep breath.
'Stop insulting me, Sherlock. Either you tell me exactly what happened or I am not going anywhere.'
'That is a ridiculous waste of time.'
'The go. Don't let me keep you from whatever important business you have to attend to.' I comment sarcastically.
'I won't go without you.' Sherlock states.
'Why the hell not?' I yell. 'Tell me Sherlock? Why should I go with you?'
'Because I need you, John Watson!'
Without thinking I scream back: 'Well I don't need you Sherlock Holmes.'
He says nothing. His empty expression doesn't change as he turns and walks out of the room.
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