I had managed to sneak out, it was surprisingly easy. I desperately needed some fresh air, having been locked up in there for almost three days now. I wished I could see Watson's face when he finds out that I've gone for a walk.
"Holmes!" Someone yelled behind me.
"Speak about the devil. Watson my friend, wanna join me?" I asked, but kept walking.
"Holmes you idiot, don't you get it, someone's trying to kill you and you're out taking a walk!" he yelled again.
"I was getting crazy in there, breathing the same air over and over, again and again. I just needed to get out a bit, that's all." I said, trying to sound calm and collected, which I wasn't.
"Then open a window! We need to get you back to your room," he said while trying to get to turn around.
"This way, we're taking a shortcut."
"Holmes, I don't think this is such a great idea, have you even used this shortcut before? I haven't." He muttered, looking worried.
"No, but I have heard that it should end right by Baker Street."
"Holmes are sure about this?" He just moved from worried to extremely worried.
I stumbled over something; it wasn't until I turned around and looked in Watson's eye's that I knew. It was a trap. The last thing I remember happened in slow-motion. Watson came running and pushed me away, then a bomb went off. The flames were everywhere, pieces of shattered wood and bricks were flying around in the alley. I could hear people nearing, but that was the only thing I could hear. I tried getting up, but lost my balance. Leaning up against the remains of the wall, I felt like vomiting, but it had to wait. I tried to get a clear vision, but it was hard with all the clouds of ashes. I could see the police coming closer. One of them came over to me and started talking to me, but I couldn't cut the words. I was completely in shock. The man began shaking me, yelling. All of a sudden all kinds of sounds were screaming inside of my head, including the man yelling at me.
"Holmes. Holmes. Are you okay. Shall I follow you down to the hospital?"
"No. No..." I passed out.

I got my consciousness back when I was dragged into the study. I was dumped in my armchair when I heard some police men talking with Mrs. Hudson.
"Dr. Watson is being transported to the hospital, we will inform you when know more," one of the police men informed.
"Thank you. Thank you very much officer." Mrs. Hudson replied, sounding very shocked.
"About Holmes, if he doesn't feel better in a few days I would advise you to call a doctor and let him take a look at Holmes" The other police man said.
"Thank you. I'll keep an eye on him. Thank you again officer."
When they had all left I tried to stand up, but it just ended up with me vomiting all over the floor and then passing out again.

When I woke up for the third time in the last 5 hours I noticed something weird. I have been vomiting a lot lately, but still Mrs. Hudson hasn't come up with some food, but before when almost nothing was wrong she came up with something or maybe not? I crawled over to the trashcan with the hope that Mrs. Hudson hadn't changed it yet and luckily she hadn't. I couldn't believe that I was searching after food in a bin. I found some potato mash in the bottom of the bin. All I needed to do now was to examine it to see if there were any thing in it that shouldn't be there.

After a few tests I found out that there were poison in the potato mash, I couldn't find out exactly what kind of poison it was, but I knew it was a strong one. I could have been dead. Tons of questions popped up in my head, but only one was really important: How did he get access to the study without anyone noticing him?
Until now there had been two assassination attempts. That means that I was supposed to have died today. Lucky for me, the day wasn't over yet.