"Sherlock?"
Sherlock was leavibg the hospital, confused, His heartbeat was fast, everything was spinning around needed to get out.
"Sherlock!"
He heard it again. High pitched, yet familiar voice. Victor's. But why?
He was runnung, running down the stairs, past the reception, out the door.
Fresh air hit him. He tried to breath slowly. What would John say? He would say to calm down. But he's not here now. He's alone.
Memories, feeling were coming back. His mind palace was falling for pieces. He built everything on lies, and now the lies were dissapiering, and everything was changing. There were some locked doors inn his mind palace that are started to open. He run to them and tried to close them, but the lock somehow broke, and they just wouldn't close.
"Sherlock? Sherlock let's play pirate!"
Sherlock sat down on a bench near the hospital. He was shaking."I can't" he whispered.
He looked up and saw Victor in front of his. His little form was standing in front of him, just as he remembered.
"Sherlock? Why did you let me die?" Pain striked him. Was this what Victor was thinking?
"I didn't. I looked for you. I'm so sorry."- he said. He felt his vision become blurry.
"Why did you let me rot in there? Worms ate me as you slept in your bed. Why did you let it happen?"
"Victor I.."
He looked up again but Victor dissapiered. He was alone. He looked down at his shaking hands. Maybe he could've done more back then. Maybe he looked more he would've find him in time. Maybe if he would've been smarter to understand his sister stupid puzzle. But he let him down. He let him die.
-John-
John took a shower. He felt disguasting. Like he was dirty, no matter how hard he washed. That skull hi found in the well still haunted his mind. A child's skull. What happened?
He got out of the shower, and looked in the mirror. He looked different. His eyes did. They were just blank. It's almost like he saw someone else looking back. Not good.
He got dressed. He's going to get Rosie, Harry is looking after her. Although it's really late they probably asleep. He will rather wait till the morning. Suddenly his phone started to ring. He searched for it for a while, and when he found it he answered.
"Hallo?"
"John!? John what happened?! The flat exploded! Was it Sherlock and one of his stupid experiment?!"Mrs. Hudson yelled in the phone.
"Oh, hi!" he answered. He totally forgat about that. Awkward." Yeah, the flat, uh, you know, there was this thing-y and it just exploded, but don't worry, I'm sure we can do something about that."
"Thing-y? John I have no insurance for thing-ys.!"
"I'm sure Mycroft does though. It's kind of a national importance thing-y you see." ha said.
"Stop joking! The neighbours will deffinatly complain now!"
"Wait, how come you only noticed the explosion now? It was hours ago!" ha asked confused
"I was cleaning until now!" she yelled. John couldn't help but laugh. He needed this now.
"Right."he said "don't worry, I'm sure Mycroft will take care of it, or else I kick his arse. We look into it tomorrow, I promise. Try to sleep now"
"I'm not sure dear, it's really easy to break in now you see, no roof for I try. Did something happened by the way?" John hesitated.
"Yeah. To many thing actually. I'll inform you later. Good night Mrs. Hudson." he answered. He trusted the old lady enough to tell her. And she deserved it.
"'Night" they hung up.
John stood there fow a while, phone in his hand. Should he call Sherlock? Nah, the detective probably needs some alone time. He out down the phone and went into the bedroom. A little nap won't hurt.