It was getting late by now, so I decided it was time to head back to the flat and face Sherlock. I had calmed down by now so I would be fine but it would be awkward like it always is after a row.

Sherlock probably thought that I had gone for some walk in the park like I normally do when I'm irritated with him, but this time I wasn't.

I decided that I overreacted a little about everything I said, so I decided to get on with what he asked me to do.

I had managed to find out about the doctor who was killed on top of Bart's.

His name was Samuel Richardson and he was fifty seven just like Sherlock had deduced. He had a small family, one son and a daughter who was killed at only the age of six years old, and a wife who was killed in a car accident only a few years ago. His son was happily married and had two children so he was a grandfather.

However I also found something else extremely interesting about this man.

He had been an army doctor, just like me.

So that pretty much settled it, I was the one The Black Lotus was coming for.

. . .

I returned to the flat to find Sherlock exactly in the same place as I left him, his armchair.

"Your back later than usual, where have you been?" Sherlock said plucking the strings on his violin.

"I was doing some research."

"Oh really? What about?"

He already knew the answer; he was just trying to make conversation.

"I was doing what you asked me to do, I found out about the doctor who was killed." I said sitting down beside him.

"I managed to find out quite a lot. He had a sad history, his daughter died at only the age of six and his wife died only a few years ago in a car accident. So, he lives alone but he has a son who is happily married with two kids."

Sherlock nodded pondering over what I said about the dead man.

"I can't see how that connects to anyone of any importance nor has any relation to Dao. Did you find anything interesting about Dao?"

"No, but I did find out something that has relation to someone about the doctor."

Sherlock looked at me already knowing it was bad news.

"The dead man was an army doctor just like me." I said.

We both looked at the floor for a few seconds, only the sound of our breathing and the plucking of the strings on his violin.

"John this doesn't mean for definite that he coming for you. We need to find more facts that tell us it is you and it is not. From what you have just told me about the doctor, some of that stuff has nothing to do with you that could be suggesting that he is not coming for you."

Sherlock was trying to comfort me, but of course he wasn't doing very well which was no surprise at all.

"But the army doctor thing isn't something we should just ignore, it's a pretty big relation to me and I'm sure that The Black Lotus killed him because of that and would want us to notice it." I said.

We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, just thinking.

"I'm going to go to bed." I said getting up.

"And John…?" Sherlock said.

I stopped but didn't turn round to face him.

"I'm not going to leave again, I give you my word. Not unless the lives of you, or anyone else I care about are completely in danger and the only way to save them is to for me to go. You have to understand that leaving was never an easy thing for me and it never will be."

I nodded still not looking back to face him, and walked on.

. . .

I guess he didn't have to prove that he cared, because I knew him too well to know that he couldn't not care.

There were times when I thought that he wasn't human, but I knew that he was and every human being has emotions and ambitions and faults. That's what makes us what we are.

Sherlock is a great man, and it was just the beginning to him becoming a good one so I couldn't keep blaming him when bits of his cold side showed because he was still learning.

It sounds stupid, but it was true.

The thing I had to remember was that I had a friend unlike any I had ever had, and we were both learning together.

I knew that one day, if I was very very lucky, Sherlock would just prove to me how much he cared without even meaning to.

That would be a day I would wait the rest of my life for.

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