One little Boy

Chapter 7

"You can't help me," Sherlock told Lestrade in a low voice. "Nobody will want a freak like me" Lestrade stared at this barely adult man in front of him, nobody will want a freak like me…"Do you really think of yourself like that?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"Because the evidence throughout my life confirms the theory"

Lestrade said nothing.

"Where do you live Sherlock?"

The young man didn't answer him.

"Where do you live?"

Sighing Sherlock looked up at Lestrade.

"Nowhere okay I'm homeless happy!" suddenly Sherlock was hostile "I'm a homeless drug addicted freak that nobody cares about and nobody cares about!" Sherlock suddenly fell back onto the bed his body was seizing, eyes were rolling back in his head. "Nurse! NURSE!" Lestrade called in alarm. Doctors and nurses suddenly appeared pushing Lestrade out into the foyer all he could do was wait.

An hour later…

"Are you the man who found him?" a weary doctor asked, "Yes I am Detective Inspector Lestrade" the doctor nodded,

"Mr Holmes suffered multiple seizures for now we have stabilised him for now but if you can give us any information about him it would be much appreciated"

"Well I didn't know him before now but I found him in an abandoned home seizing after a drug overdose it was cocaine"

"Thank you for your help you can go in now"

Lestrade followed the doctor in to see Sherlock he was white and clammy shaking and very weak. "Sherlock I care about you I want to help you" Lestrade whispered quietly just as he was once again shut out hearing machines bring Sherlock back to life.

A/N sorry that this is short I will increase chapter size I promise if anyone has ideas do message me I love ideas and so does Sherlock :D