Later that day, Sherlock felt a bit better and found out the headrest could go up and down. Clearly indicating to John that Sherlock had forgotten about the first day in the hospital. Well, understandable. He was a bit off back then. The good thing was that he was back and although not quit fully present. But he was indeed getting better. While Sherlock sat straight up, resting against the vertical headrest, he manage to look around the room. Taking it all in like it was for the first time. They didn't spoke. It was more like a thing John enjoyed to watch. See his friend deduct.
"Where is it," he suddenly asked to his friend. John looked unsure.
"What?"
"The painting. It has been removed from the wall recently," he watched the doctor's reaction. John just bit his lip hiding his grin. "Well... there was a clown on it. An I hated it." Sherlock frowned but then started to chuckle, until his head pounded. "I have tucked it away behind the closet." It made them chuckle once more. "Mycroft fears clowns, you know." John blinked in awe. "He does?"
"You will be surprised how high he can scream. But... don't let him know I've said that." Sherlock looked great. He was smiling. Eyes started to bright up again. Slowly gaining his strength back.
"How is the pain?" John asked quietly.
"Bearable. How's your head? You look healty. Why are they still keeping you here?" John cratched his head slightly ashamed. "Well ah. I tend to faint a lot. Mary thought it was for the best to stay here with you while the nurses kept an eye on me. Mary has a belly and can't pull me from the ground everytime." Sherlock understood.
"I not mind. I like a bit of company. Hospitals are boring."
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Mycroft got some news. Evidence, mostly. It pains the older Holmes to look at it. The cabin has been found, leaving Mycroft astonished about his brother's strength to register his surroundings while being in the state he has been. The pictures laid afront of him now. Exactly how Sherlock had described it, the cabin was horrific.
There was a corpse. But it wasn't human. Just a deer, been death for a weeks. Red was painted on the walls, just for the drama. It was just paint. The blood that was precent however, was fresh. Mycroft sighed. The results were in his hand now. It was the blood of his little brother. Sherlock had been tortured. Mentally and physically. The chains had been used, still remaining some of his hairs. Mud from under the shoes matched with the mud there. Cigarettes had been pushed out on the table, like John had described. It told enough for Mycroft that what had happenend had been bad. And the best way to figure out what they had done to their brains was to unlock it what has been placed there. And no one better that himself could do that. But oh this would be unpleasant.
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policemen standing afront of the room when a welldressed woman came towards them. "Gentlemen," she greeted them politely. After she had identified herself as Anna Stirlings, a trauma therapist, she was let in.
Sherlock had fallen asleep with an unsolved crossword puzzle still on his lab while the doctor was reading some kind of book, at the side of his friends bed. He looked up at the sudden visit and dropped his legs on the ground that were resting against the hospital bed.
The woman came in to their room, dressed in a lightgreen dress and hair pinned up in a classy bun. She holded a file and smiled at John specifically. John knew by now that this lady was here for him. John lowerd his book down in expectation. "Hello?"
"Doctor Watson, Hello. I am Anna Stirlings. Your trauma therapist. I was called in by Scotland Yard." Her accent was American. She held out a hand, and her smile was so pleasant John had no problem meeting her. He dropped his book and got up from his chair. As soon as he gave in to her gesture he felt a slight pinch in the palm of his hand, sending a shock through his spine. Her smile dropped. "Sit down," she whispered stern. John blinked at her in shock, immediately knowing this wasn't right. He noticed himself sitting down like she told him to. The woman was now leaning over the young detective. "Sherlock. Don't make a sound. Forget that I was here," she whispered. When John wanted to say something he noticed he couldn't speak. He was fully aware of his suroundings but he couldn't move. Not until he was told. The doctor sat up straight like she asked. Looking at her, waiting. Like a dog for the promised bone if he sat still until his boss was pleased. That terrifing feeling creeped up at him. "Let's talk about your assignment, shall we?" She started to get close to him. John held his hands flat on his lab. They had started to shake a bit. "You know where it is. You know what to do. I am giving you the exact time and date right now. Tomorrow 1:06 at night. Get to it." John swallowed. "Understood," his voice caught his ears. The woman in green smiled again. "Great talk, Doctor Watson. You liked this talk when they'll ask." She stood up from her chair and walked back towards the door. She left the building. Leaving him there, under the influence of liquid devilsbreath.
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Molly came by to see Sherlock at last. At first she was shocked about the news her beloved man had been in an accident. But she couldn't get herself to see him just yet. scared of what she would see. Finally got the courage to go because Sherlock was doing better. She was let in by the policemen and as Molly wanted to see Sherlock right away she found the doctor there, sitting straight up, pupils pinpointed. Shaky posture. "Oh John. Hi. How are you?" John didn't answere. Frowning she got closer. Taking it all in. Sherlock was sleeping. Unsure what to do she got to the chair across from John. "John? Tell me what's wrong." John blinked up at her. "Nothing is wrong. I had a good talk with the therapist." He smiled but his face was all blanc and clammy. "Well, you look kind of stressed, actually? want me to call Mary?" she asked unsure. She had seem patients before looking in shock like that. "I'm calling Mary. Say something." John blinked. "Oh God yes."
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AN: Getting wierd all of this, I know. Just hang on. It will be great ;)
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