Sherlock's peace of mind
Chapter 2: wounds and a girl
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
"Who's that girl, Sherlock?"
John asked, watching his friend wrestling with his fingers. He hadn't seen Sherlock so messed up before. He rose suddenly from his seat and began looking for his phone.
"My phone, John. I need to find it!" he walked around the living room, shoving the mess of piles of books and papers aside in attempt to find his phone. John grabbed his phone from the coffee table and held it out for him.
"It's been here all the time." Sherlock let out a sigh and snatched his phone out of John's hand. His finger moved quickly on the screen, typing a message.
"Sherlock, what-"
"Not now, John" Sherlock cut him off, shoving his phone into his pocket and began pacing the room.
John tapped his feet impatiently on the wooden floor. He needed a freaking answer. He was thrown out of his bed early in the morning only to find a girl covered in her blood, in his bed. In Sherlock's bed for god's sake! And he was curious to know and that Sherlock didn't have that much of women in his life.
"Sherlock who is she?" he repeated himself again.
"Nothing concerning you." Sherlock mumbled.
"You called me at freaking 3 in the morning. I come here, find an injured girl, clean her wounds, and you don't give me an answer. I have a right to know!" John snapped.
"Just shut up, John!" Sherlock snapped back. Glaring at him, like he was ready to rip him through middle.
A scream came through the closed door of Sherlock's bedroom. Hearing that, Sherlock ran to the room and John hurried after him.
"Anna-"
Sherlock burst the door open and called out to the girl. The girl who was now sobered up, looked at them in horror before collapsing on the bed, unconscious again.
Sherlock rushed to her side and called her name concerned, a hand on her forehead. John eyed his friend. Now he really wanted to know who she was.
DBSHDBSH
Sherlock ran all the way to the back door and bent the handle. The door cracked open with an unflattering sound, as it wasn't being used often. Turning the small flashlight on, he began looking for her. She might be somewhere round here, he thought. After a minute, he found her small figure curled up against the damp wall of the dark alley, hiding behind some trash bins. Sherlock cast the light on her. She pressed her eyelids shut tight, to block the light. Her face was covered with blood.
Sherlock bent and slipped his arms under her legs, picking her up. A whimper slipped through her lips. He whispered a 'sorry' in her hair and planted a light kiss on her head. He tried his best not to give her anymore pain, made his way back in his flat and lied her down on his bed. She looked worse than what he thought. Her chest quickly moved up and down, panting for air.
Sherlock rushed back into the living room and dialed a number. He needed John more than anything now.
DBSHDBSH
She's back. Need medical attention.
SH
A/N: there you go, chapter 2! Thanks for reading. Shout out to Mrs. Renner to be the first one to follow it.
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