221b
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KS: Wow, it's been a long time since I updated my 221B challenge entry. This is a continuation from the last oh-so-unlikely piece in my very odd series.
Enjoy!
The two bachelors stood for a time in the hall, staring down into the large blue eyes that in return stared up at them.
"Do you smell something?" Holmes asked as the baby began to drowsily gum at its fist.
"No," Watson replied quickly. "I'm sure it's nothing."
Holmes turned to the doctor. "You're just saying that because you don't want to help it if it…has done what it might have possibly done."
"And I suppose you wish to…?"
"No, of course not. You're the doctor."
"What!"
"Yes, it makes you the more qualified."
"However does that…!?"
"It is the care of another human being, one involving its health and anatomy. It's beyond my normal field, if you don't mind my saying so."
"But that hardly…" Watson sighed, realising further argument was pointless. "Fine, let us first be sure that it… has first…" The doctor proceeded to step nearer and lifted the corner of the blanket with a still-gloved hand before quickly drawing back and sputtering.
"That answers that question," Holmes remarked, taking a step back from the innocent yet very foul-smelling creature before him.
Watson considered a moment. "Perhaps if we did it together."
"I don't believe it takes two."
"Well, maybe just a little support. This is an awkward situation, Holmes."
"Fine, then. I shall hold the little babe."
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