The doctor was swift, but I couldn't help but think he wasn't as good as Watson. He wasn't as quick to get here as Watson would be, he wasn't as gentle as Watson would be. He wasn't as worried as Watson would be. But what does a landlady know of such things? Apparently nothing.

When I was told to fetch a doctor, immediately I asked Mr. Holmes' brother if he knew Watson's whereabouts. He had told me to call someone else.

I just didn't have dozens of doctors' locations either. It was only when Watson was nearly at death's door that we had need of a substitute, so I tried to contact the one I had seen the most.

Unfortunately, he wasn't available, so I turned to one of Watson's colleagues he'd spoken well of, a Doctor Felix Stone.

I sent out Wiggins for him. Wiggins had a habit of passing by to see if Holmes had need of him, so I had only to call his name on the street and the boy came running. My sympathetic nature pressed me to reward him handsomely, so he got a whole crown for his help.

When the doctor arrived I hurried to send him up to the detective. Though frustrating at times I did not want to live to see him buried.


Doctor's name courtesy of CelestialSong7. Early update courtesy of Azolean. :)