For the second time, I'm escorted out of Scotland Yard by EMTs.
This is less than ideal...
Shit, it's not ideal at all!
This is stupid, fuck you Mycroft, and fuck you Gerald, and you too... John.
No, I can't let feelings keep me from being mad.
I'm not a baby, why won't they leave me alone?
I sit in the ambulance and pout.
Lestrade and Mycroft get in the back of the ambulance with me.
"How long ago did you take the drugs?" Lestrade asks gently.
Silence.
I'm not talking to him. He betrayed me.
"Don't try talking to him, Gregory." Mycroft turns to his lover. "He's being ridiculous."
"You betrayed me." I look at them with accusing eyes.
"We're doing all of this for your own good." Lestrade tries to make his actions justified.
Traitors.
"You don't honestly think you're going to fool me into believing you have my best interest in mind."
"It's the truth!" Lestrade is getting frustrated.
"Liar." Looking away from my so-called friends, I hate that I fell for their game again.
"Dr. Watson is worried about you." Mycroft tries to talk to me. "You're lucky I don't have you committed to a facility upon your release from the hospital."
"What's stopping you?" I snarl. "You're weight, or the leg work?"
"Sherlock, we're all worried about you." Lestrade's voice is soft and gentle once more.
"Oh, such a shame." I use excessive sarcasm. "What causes you to lose sleep over me?"
"Brother mine, drop the act, even Gregory sees through it."
Lestrade looks slightly offended, but keeps it to himself.
"You're putting on weight again, and you've been exercising."
Mycroft glances at Lestrade.
"You're favoring your right side, and you've injured your knee."
"perceptive of all but yourself." Mycroft's face doesn't shift in the slightest.
"You deceived me for the last time." My feeling, or what feelings I have, are hurt.
"It's your own fault." Mycroft clicks his umbrella against the ambulance floor. "You shouldn't have run away from John."
"I didn't run away." I yell and try to get up. Lestrade stops me, pushing me back down onto the stretcher.
"How's that?" Lestrade doesn't let me go.
"He said I could go outside whenever I want." I try to shove Lestrade away from me.
"He gave you an order, it would seem your regressing, Brother mine." Mycroft glares.
"I don't need a hospital." I cross my arms.
"Your hands are burned." He says.
"Amazing, tell me more that I don't know." I roll my eyes. I swear, every minute I spend with Mycroft takes away five brain cells. He may think he's smarter, but I'm the one the police call, not him.
Not true anymore; Lestrade asks my brother for help.
I despise them.
"You're sick."
"No I'm not." My voice sounds with outrage at the ridiculous deduction. "I'm not sick."
"In there." Mycroft touches my forehead.
"Keep your hands off of me." I bristle at the physical contact. "I'm not your personal assistant, save your hands for Lestrade and Anthea."
"Anthea is no longer with us." His face doesn't change.
"Then whatever the hell her name is." I swear, I'm losing intelligence every second I'm forced to talk to him.
"I never had relations with any of my staff." Mycroft defends himself.
"Of course not, that's why you never let her go anywhere with you, oh, wait." I'm serious, I'm losing my brain over this meaningless conversation. "She went everywhere with you."
I see Lestrade shift an inch away from Mycroft.
"Does that make you uncomfortable, Lestrade?" I feel satisfaction.
"Nah." He doesn't move closer to Mycroft.
"Yes it does." I stare him down. "You moved an inch from Mycroft, and you aren't glancing at him occasionally now."
"He's trying to make you leave, Gregory."
"Who the hell is Gregory?" Frustration gets the better of me.
"Lestrade's first name is Gregory." Mycroft shakes his head scoffing.
"I'm not stupid!" I snarl.
"I never said you were."
"The corner of your mouth turned up into a smirk, you pushed your shoulders back and puffed out your chest slightly."
"I do believe that we're approaching the hospital, now." Mycroft turns to Lestrade. "You can alert Dr. Watson and Ms. Hooper of my brothers condition once we leave the ambulance."
"You do know we're not supposed to be back here anyways, right?" Lestrade looks concerned.
"I'm the government, Gregory." Mycroft's eyes flash with pride for a second. "They wouldn't dare deny me whatever I wish."
Lestrade looks even more uncomfortable with the conversation.
"Where is the list?" Mycroft asks.
I decide now is as good of a time as any to play the silent card. I don't know these men, and I refuse to speak to them.
"Where is your violin?"
Don't answer him. Don't answer him. Don't answer him.
Don't. Answer. Him.