Sherlock was stunned. He tried to kill himself? That was impossible. But the doctor kept saying it over and over. That means that he would have had a cardiac arrest. Oh well, now that the doctor was done talking, he was going to explain.
After giving out his explanation, they sat in silence. The doctor seemed to be absorbing every detail. Finally, he got up from his seat, and stood near the bed.
"John Watson. Nice to meet you."
"Sherlock Holmes, pleasure."
"If I may ask, was the person your brother by any chance?"
Sherlock hesitated a bit. He should not be telling a random doctor about his brother. But, after a few nanoseconds, he replied, " Yes".
" Well then, you should contact him. He seemed very upset by you." Doctor Watson, or John, seemed genuinely concerned by his brother's behaviour. Sherlock did not like this one bit.
" I will." He said now, in the most icy tone he could muster. He noticed John looking at his watch. Perhaps his shift was over. He saw John adjust a few dials on his bedside, and give an injection into his drip. Then, wordlessly, he left.
Sherlock reached out for his phone, and opened it. He dialled Mycroft's number, and sent him just one text.
Still succumbing to emotions, brother dear. –SH
The medicine seemed to take effect now. Sherlock usually had a very high tolerance for drugs, so, by his guess, they would have administered triple the normal dose to affect him. He felt drowsy. A little while later, he was asleep again, his curls lying all over the pillow.
He did not notice his brother as he entered the room, and looking at him. Mycroft ran his hand affectionately through Sherlock's curls, before exiting the room again. He had stood outside the door, and listened to the entire conversation between Doctor John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. Some part of him hoped that Sherlock would learn from his mistake now. Another hoped that his little brother, every inch the cold, calculating machine he was, had made a friend.
He entered his car again, this time noticing that Anthea was busy texting. On hearing him enter, she looked up, a question on her face. He smiled and nodded. She smiled back at him, and went back to messaging again.
