Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 28
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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Present day
The remaining ride back to 221 was quiet. Sherlock slept until they arrived.
John finally broke the silence, "Sherlock."
No response.
John frowned and said his name more loudly, "Sherlock."
No response again.
Sherlock was usually easy to arouse. John looked at Sherlock closely, and studied him.
He was a naturally fair person on his best days but now he almost looked ghostly. A little color had returned in the last two weeks since leaving the hospital. But, for the last two days, no three days he began to look almost as pale as he did when he left the hospital.
Something was off.
Oh course something is off you twit, John thought; the man is recovering from major injuries, surgery, and torture.
No one but Sherlock knew what truly took place.
Sherlock's official report to Lestrade about his kidnapping was very vague. He gave a lot of information about Ayyad and possible future targets but when it came to what happened to him personally; he only said that there was physical and mental abuse.
No one pushed the subject further.
John looked at Sherlock.
John thought enough time had passed. He had allowed Sherlock a few more minutes to rest. He could not delay longer. Lestrade was starting to look anxious.
"Sorry Sherlock, time to wake," John shook him firmly by the shoulders and gave a good tap to the cheeks.
Nothing.
"John," Lestrade said fully turning around again.
"It's nothing he's just exhausted, Greg," John said unsure if that was the truth.
John shook his shoulders a little harder and tapped his face.
Lestrade assisted John by tapping Sherlock's leg while John called his name and shook his shoulders.
After a minute, the Inspector pulled out his phone to call emergency services.
"Give him another minute. Sherlock's just tired wait," John said with more confidence that he felt.
What John failed to tell Lestrade was that if Sherlock did not respond in the next two minutes, he would call the emergency services himself.
Suddenly, Sherlock hand twitched, and he opened his eyes, blinking rapidly.
"Oh we're here," Sherlock said as he stretched, and gingerly opened the door and exited."Coming," he asked Lestrade and John.
"Sure Sherlock…," Lestrade smiled apologetically and shrugged, "… sorry a bit motherly today, I keep seeing danger where there is none." Lestrade followed Sherlock in.
John smiled back at Lestrade, but John's smile faded once Lestrade walked away.
