A Clue In Red

by SherlockChlo

In recent murders, one thing has always been the same. A mysterious red spider has been left on the body of the dead. Who is killing them? What can Sherlock do? When he is sent into a coma, John is in prison and Sherlock wakes up to help his friend. Can he save him, or not? And what will it take. I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters.

4. Chapter 4- 5 years later

Hello again. I'm sorry this chapter is short! I'll post the longer chapter today as well. Seems only fair considering this is 407 words long!?

Chapter 4

(5 years passed)

"Mr Holmes? Mr Holmes. How are you, Mr Holmes?" A sweet and nurturing voice helped Sherlock's limp body rest against the hospital bed. "You've been in and out of a coma for 5 years Mr Holmes."

"What. Where... Where's John?" He couldn't speak easily. Instead of words, they were more slurs of sounds. The nurse was used to this kind of thing when he woke up. It was no new story to her.

"John, Mr Holmes. You still don't know where he is, do you?" She placed a pillow underneath his heavy head. "If you manage to stay with me this time, Mr Holmes, I will tell you where John is."

A few hours passed. By this time Sherlock had stayed awake. He couldn't go back into his coma if he knew hat his best friend wasn't by his bed-side. He slurped down a bowl of froth. He couldn't determine exactly what was in it, but it didn't taste very nice in his mouth at all.

"My senses are weak. I need to build that up again. So. Where is he, where is John?" Sherlock placed his bowl down upon the tray that was held in front of him. "Nurse?" The nurse looked blankly a him. Every time he woke up, she had to explain the same thing to him. Although, she had many practices, she still couldn't find the right words. "I know that you're finding it hard. Just put it in the simplest way!"

The nurse's eyes put themselves upon Sherlock's pale and uneasy face. "John. Well. John tried to kill you. He's in a, mental hospital. You know that case that you and he were solving together. The one with the red spiders? He put all of those bodies there. It was him that killed all of those poor and innocent people. I'm very sorry Mr Holmes. The best place for him is the mental asylum!" Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing. He jumped straight out of his hospital bed. He grabbed his clothes and headed straight for the hospital toilets. It didn't take him long to get changed. His clothes still remained the same size and shape as he always remembered. Even in a coma, Sherlock Holmes remained the same. Bounding out of the hospital, Sherlock headed straight for the place where John had been kept. He knew that it wasn't John, but he didn't know why.