I ran because Mycroft obviously didn't see how much he had hurt me. Jimmy Moriarty had been hassling me and I was scared, so I ran. Jimmy looked after Lord Moran's hound somethimes and lately he'd been chasing me with the bloody awful animal off it's leash. "Stop it!, Jimmy, stop it's not a game anymore..." I pleaded he'd just laugh I heard him laugh even in the distance... I ran so far until I had no ideas where I was... Exhausted, bleeding and tired I saw a group of boys playing football and climbed a tree to watch. The boy with brownish-blonde hair was very serious as he said "Mikey for fuck's sake!, pass the ball now I gotta get home... before my dad comes home from the pub and, discovers Harry's at Clara's again..." the second boy of the group had glasses, was short and apparently called Mikey lobbed the ball at the the boy with the brownish-blonde hair shouting "Alright Johnny boy Watson don't be so serious, you'll get your boxers knotted up!" I watched Johnny Watson as he stuck his middle fingers up to the group including Mikey and approached the oak I was hiding in. I heard a snap, and whirled around thinking it was Jimmy and fell out of the oak with a thud. My head buzzed in pain and I just had enough consciousness to hear Johnny Watson exclaim "Shit! guys, this boy's injured help me get him up... The next thing I knew I was sitting in a spare bed with Johnny Watson tending to my wounds."Oh, you're awake now, What's your name?" I stared. Not many people asked that lately. All I had in my circle was people I knew at school and my family. No friends as such. and Jimmy, my arch-enemy. Johnny looked at me concerned asking "Can you talk?" I came back from my mind "Yes, sorry I'm Timothy Sherlock Murphy, but I prefer to be called Sherlock, I continued reading Johnny's mind and answering his questions until I asked him "Why are you caring for me like this, Johnny Watson?" Johnny stared "Oh, you must have heard us playing football at Hyde park. I'm caring for you because you're hurt, that tree was quite high and it's nice to have someone come see me besides my sister's friends- Johnny said that word slowly as if he was getting used to saying it and continued until he realized he was waffling. we waited in silence for a bit until I broke the ice "Afghanistan, or Iraq?" Johnny looked horrified and answered in a heightened squeak "what!?" he started to become irrationally skittish so, I explained further, your mother's death...Which was it?" Johnny made it look like he was going to punch me and then stopped, He spoke almost in a wisper "...In Afghanistan... She was a doctor for the 5th Northumberland fusiliers. She taught me how to treat wounds and stuff. Great for things like this. He took a long breath like it had hurt him to keep this bottled up. He looked up and said "What about you then, Sherlock ?" I took an even longer breath and explained about my mother, Mycroft, dad, school, Jimmy and running... He looked deeply understanding and said "My sibling is at a friend's and my dad's almost always drunk... So, you could stay the night and tomorrow I'll help you get back on track." He smiled. I agreed with him and drifted into a deep, much needed rest.