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Author's note: Hey Guys! again… :D I thought that I should post this chapter Wednesday just to make it even, but I failed D: Sorry about that. Anyway, here you go a new chapter! Happy Reading c: (Wow ten chapters! Woohoo :D)
It was about three in the afternoon and the hot sun-rays traveled through the blinds and hit the desktop. He'd been looking through people's profiles all night and he had begun with security tapes about three hours ago. Lestrade offered help but he'd declined, explaining would only be troublesome if the inspector did not know who to look for.
Sherlock picked up his coffee and took a sip, feeling the dark, hot liquid make its way down his throat. He wasn't sure if he should be feeling something at this moment. Confusion, anger, sadness, concern, pain? He of course knew John was going to feel most, if not all these emotions Sherlock could not make anything of. He just knew that the uneasiness inside his head was not normal. Something in his chest gave him this feeling of emptiness and it was troubling him.
When the last of the tapes finished, a blue screen appeared and a smirk flashed on his face for a moment before he stood up and walked out of the room.
He blinked the sleep off his eyes before sitting up on the bed and stretching out his tense muscles. The blinds were closed but the light still sneaked its way inside and landed on his feet. He could feel the warmth through the covers and moved his toes around, watching the shadows and highlights of the sheets over his feet dance and disappear one after the other giving way to new ones. He glanced at the clock and read 4:56 P.M. He'd been asleep for about seven hours now, and he still didn't know where Sherlock had gone. He wondered if everything was fine.
An hour later the nurse came back with a tray full of bottles and a glass full of water. She set the tray down on the nightstand and offered him the water while sorting the pills he needed. The nurse handed him two pills, a pale-blue one and a white one. He merely glanced at them before drinking them down and setting the glass on the nurse's hand. She gave a soft hum and retrieved the tray from the nightstand.
"He'll be back soon, there is no need to worry." She offered him a small smile. He smiled back, but his smile was so faint it was barely visible.
"Do you happen to know where he is? Or what he's doing?"
She looked at him apologetically. "No, sorry."
He huffed out an 'it's fine' and took his phone from under his pillow and a new message flashed on the screen.
Had a good sleep?-SH
He quickly replied.
Yea, the nurse you left in charge of me just brought medicine and painkillers. I really needed them.-JW
Sherlock's reply came rather fast, John thought.
Nurse? I didn't leave any nurse in charge of you.-SH
Confusion rapidly made its way to John's face as he read over the text glanced to where the nurse was standing before and found the place empty. She was now standing next to John, maybe six inches from him, looking at him with a smirk on her face.
Nausea and dizziness quickly spread over John's head and he dropped his phone to the floor.
"Well shit."
Last thing he saw was the 'nurse' getting her phone from her pocket and placing it next to her ear.
Sherlock waited for John's reply, but it never came. He tried texting again, but still no response. He felt concern slowly make its way into him as he stood up from Lestrade's ran past people in the long corridors that seemed interminable. Lestrade had gone to get some coffee for them downstairs. There were at least three long corridors to the stairs, but his long legs managed him fast movement. He made it to the stairs and reached the bottom floor in no time.
Lestrade was barely coming down the hall when Sherlock spotted him.
"We need to go back to the hospital!" He took both cups on the inspector's hands and placed them on the floor before dragging the confused man to the door.
"Wait. Wait!" Lestrade shook Sherlock off himself and grabbed both of Sherlock's tense arms. "What's going on?"
"John, I think they took him too. And I have an idea of who did." Sherlock walked out the door and hailed a cab.
"Who?" Lestrade followed after and looked at Sherlock expectantly.
"I don't know his name."
Lestrade furrowed his brow and followed Sherlock inside the cab.
"So, want to explain to me what's happening?"
Sherlock inhaled deeply and sighed.
"The day John was taken to the emergency room and I infiltrated in, I met a man in the nursery, we didn't talk much at all, then there was the doctor, neither John or I trust him and there were no employees at the hospital who knew about him. Hell, nobody knew he existed."
Lestrade looked as, if not more, confused than before.
"Alright..so?"
"So, I watched all the security tapes in the building that were not damaged or missing, and guess what I found?"
"…Them?"
"Nothing! I found nothing! None of them appeared on the means both men either appeared on the damaged and missing tapes and made sure no-one saw their faces, or I'm going crazy!"
Lestrade coughed away a chuckle.
"I vote for the second one, but then again I guess it makes sense."
Sherlock nodded and stopped the driver once they reached the hospital. Sherlock took out his phone and dialed John's number.
Both men ran up to John's room and found no one there. The room was empty.
Ahhh, the pain. c:
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