Going to Visit the Victim
-Watson's POV-
Mrs. Hudson had wisely given me my umbrella before I'd left, so the short walk into the hospital from the cab did not leave me soaked. I arrived at five until eight and met the doctor as he was leaving.
"Any change?" I asked.
"No, Doctor Watson," The doctor sounded thoroughly tired. His eyes were slightly red and his hair ruffled. "He's resting quietly." The doctor gestured at a nearby nurse who looked over at us. "Nurse, will you show him to Mr. Holmes' room?"
"Of course I will, Dr. White, she replied sweetly.
The doctor bid me good day and I thanked him. The nurse showed me to the room and checked a few things before leaving. She seemed to have trouble locating a pulse, and I quickly went over to help.
"Try putting you fingers there, right below the wrist. Slide them over a little more⦠there," I instructed.
"Thank you, I always seemed to have trouble with that," she said nervously. "I'll let you visit with him alone for awhile. He may be able to hear you speaking. Let us know if you need anything."
I smiled at her back as she left and then turned to Holmes. He had been sleeping peacefully, but now his face was twisted in pain and he seemed to struggle to breathe.
