Here we are Chapter Ten
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Mentions of Rape, Drug use and Self harm be warned
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Chapter Ten: Of hospitals and Silence.
John had been busy in the surgery when he had got the text from Sherlock.
Come home now, Urgent. SH.
He had read the text but ignored it, even going so far as to turn the phone off and sip it into his desk drawer.
it was late February and it was just starting to warm up a little, since Christmas and the 'kiss' John had taken to staying away from the flat as much as possible, Sarah had broken it off with him in January when he had snapped at her, how could he apologise? she had asked where he wanted to go for dinner and he had just lost it. What was he meant to say? 'Sorry but currently I seem to be having really x rated thoughts about Sherlock my very male flatmate but hey lets go for a curry'
They had parted as friends, but he still hadn't brought up the fact that he was lusting after Sherlock with Sarah, the last thing he wanted was a 'girly night in' with a bottle of wine and a rom-com he didn't think he was that far lost just yet, or maybe he was and he wasn't willing to admit it, Sarah would never know.
Speak of the devil he thought as Sarah's head popped round the door of his office
"John I was just wondering if you wanted to go and grab something for lunch with me, not like that of course, but I'm famished and we could chat about the new locum he's a bit…"
"Naff?" John ventured
She laughed and nodded.
"Ok, let me just get my coat" he stood and grabbed his coat from the back of the door before shutting it on the office and walking out of the practice with Sarah alongside him.
As they entered the restaurant, just a fifteen minute walk from the surgery, John noticed the cctv in the road following him so in an act of petulance he stuck his tongue out in the general direction of the most cameras.
They were half way through their main course when John noticed a black car pull up outside.
"Damn"
"Is something the matter with the food John?" Sarah asked concerned.
"No the food's great, i just think i have to go… really soon" John replied seeing 'not Anthea' walk into the restaurant and shoo away the waiter.
She appeared at their table holding their wine bottle
"I don't think we ordered that" Sarah said
"We didn't no, who are you today?" he said the last bit of the sentence was aimed at 'Not Anthea'
she smiled.
"Florence perhaps, or Marie"
"Thinking of a career in Medicine are you? John replied acidly
She smiled back at him, one of her serene vacant smiles and fished out her blackberry, read something quickly and then turned to John.
"Ah Doctor Watson, I think you had better come with me" she said as if only just realising he was there.
"No, I think he's going to stay right where he is and finish his dinner!"
'Oh god' John thought, 'Sarah's turning into Mrs Hudson,' he could see it now, another twenty five years and Sarah would have a nice ground floor flat and would be renting the flat upstairs to two bloke's who may or may not have made up their minds as to what they were in relation to each other.
"It's fine Sarah, Florence…"
'Not Anthea' shook her head
"… Marie is an old friend of mine."
"Really an old friend who calls you doctor Watson, I'm having trouble believing that John."
"Fine you want the truth, She's Mycroft's Secretary, and Mycroft is Sherlock's brother, He works in the government"
"Not today" 'Marie' said in a bored tone.
"CIA?"
A shake of the head.
"Secret service?"
A curt nod.
"Oh good" John replied sarcastically "Well you can tell Mycroft that I will come and see him after my sift has ended."
"Consider your shift over Doctor Watson."
John shot a despairing look at Sarah and picked up his coat "Sorry" he said to Sarah "I really have to go"
"Not a problem, it seems working with you is like working with Clark Kent"
He grinned "Oh you don't know the half of it." he replied following 'Marie' out to the black car.
"Doctor Watson" began Mycroft as John sat in the back of the black car.
"What is so important that you've taken me from dinner to tell me?" John asked.
"It's Sherlock…"
"Is it about the experiments or the eating again, if It's about the eating then I am trying, but you know how stubborn he is"
Mycroft nodded and John noticed that the man looked older somehow.
"What is it?" John asked face falling.
"Sherlock has been admitted to St Bartholomew's, it seems he took an overdose and slit his wrists."
"What?" john asked hardly unable to let the words process.
"He was found on the floor of the flat you share with him, a syringe sticking out of his arm and one wrist slashed."
"Can I…"
"Yes of course, that is why I am here, to escort you to St Bartholomew's"
"Escort me?"
"Yes John, I find its much easier to get about when you don't have to worry about speeding fines, don't you?"
"Oh of course" He replied settling for staring out of the window instead of sending a glare Mycroft's way.
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Sherlock was bored He was sitting here on a hospital bed, the mattress was too lumpy and the pillow was too smooth. He hoped John had gotten his message, he wanted to go home now and continue his research.
He had just got to a pivotal stage in a cold case, where a woman had her wrists slashed, was beaten and raped and afterward been made to take an overdose. She had made a recovery and just a scant 24 hours later had murdered her attackers.
So far he had deduced that she had to have been a nurse or a doctor and have a hugh level of resistance to narcotic substances from a possible previous addiction. but he was missing something, he hadn't been beaten to within an inch of his life, nor had he bandaged himself up he had left that to the nurses of St Bart's, after such a long period of abstinence drug wise he had miscalculated the amount he would need, one moment he was siting on the living room floor high as a kite thinking it was a fabulous idea to slash his own wrist, 'such fun' he had thought and then he had woken up in the back of an ambulance.
That was a variable he hadn't taken into account, had the woman thought the same thing as he had, that it was the best idea in the history of good ideas to slash her wrists, that it was fun.
He shuddered, he was no novice when it came to self harm, but now, he would never, John would never forgive him if he ilea himself.
"John" He suddenly said out loud. He had told John to come home, told him it was urgent and that was it.
He rummaged around in his trouser pockets for his phone but he couldn't find it, had it been in his hands when he had passed out? He couldn't remember. One thing was for sure it wasn't in his trouser pockets.
"Damn!"
"…Through here Mr Holmes, Doctor Watson."
'Oh dear' Was all Sherlock's brain could supply, for once the rest of him was in total agreement, oh dear indeed.
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John had been prepared for the worst when he entered the cubicle, what he had not been prepared for was Sherlock standing up form the bed fully dressed and saying.
"Shall we go then John" as if he had merely popped into the hospital to have stitches removed.
"Shall we… WHAT?" John exploded "Shall we just keep taking John Watson for a mug, shall we, would that be fun Sherlock? because it bloody well must be the amour of times you do it!"
Mycroft Grabbed 'Marie' by the arm and muttered his goodbyes but neither man heard him.
"Of course not John I was Just…"
"No Sherlock, damn it no, you can't tell me half truths any more, you just can't What the hell were you doing slitting your wrist and overdosing? Did you even think about what you were putting us all through?"
How dare he! thought Sherlock how dare he push the blame back! "Putting you all through? Mycroft only cares because he promised Mummy, and you, well it's in your nature to care isn't it? and I can't tell you half truths, Really John who said I was even telling you anything resembling the truth?"
John took a step back as if he had been hit, as if Sherlock's words were a visible blow.
"Right, I'm sorry I thought for a moment that I was speaking to Sherlock holes My flat mate, when he gets back will you tell him I popped in"
"John John John, When will you learn I don't ned your pity or your friendship, I just need someone to talk at, someone who'll make me a cup of tea occasionally and keep me fed.
John cursed himself he had thought they were friends, with the opportunity to be more, he had been wrong as per usual.
"Oh now don't tell me you're thinking about that sorry excuse for a kiss John" Sherlock replied looking at his nails to avoid meeting John's eyes.
"No" John replied blushing.
"Oh please John don't misunderstand me it was vaguely pleasurable, well… in some respects, but I was just insuring that you would remain with me for a little longer, and you did, so obedient weren't you?"
"Well you can find yourself another flatmate Sherlock, I have tried to look after you and I have tried to make you more sociable, but I've had it I'm going home I'm packing and I'm leaving."
"Oh bravo the heartbroken Little war veteran, have a nice life Johnny Boy" Sherlock replied with a smirk.
John opened and closed his mouth a few times before saying "Drop Dead" He was fully aware of how childish it sounded but was at a loss to say anything else more cutting.
he spun on his heels and walked out of the cubicle. Silence followed him
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Sherlock sighed, he had hated every moment of that. Somewhere in the cubicle a mobile chimed with an incoming text, Sherlock searched for it and found it under the duvet on the hospital bed.
He opened the text.
Bravo, very believable, but too bad I'm still going to burn the heart out of him, even if he doesn't feel the same for you, he's still your heart no matter what.
It's your move My dear Sherlock.
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A/N: there we are a nice angst chapter, were you confused? Yeah me too! it was going one way and then it went this way, tell me what you think? Please?
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