No copyright infringement here. Just fur fun
The characters are property of Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC / Steven Moffat/ Mark Gatiss/ Hartswood Films. All the characters excluding one are not mine( dr bell). I'm not getting money or anything for write this fanfic.
Hell! Yeah . My dear readers .It has been a fuckin soooo longg timee since I wrote something. Sorry but u know how can life gets , just enjoy and let me know if I have and say Hi in the comments u (im writing this in my cellphone, dont sue me)
John came through the door, freeing himself from the snow that had fallen on his shoulder. The first thing he smelled was the sweet smell of the tea that Mrs. Hudson was making and he felt that he had really come home.
John had been away from Baker Street for almost three months because of his work, he had had to give some lectures in rural areas to promote public health and contact with a nearby phone was certainly difficult, sometimes he had tried to call Sherlock at home but it was not uncommon for no one to answer, he was usually after some only person he had been able to talk to was Gregson and he would inform him of the detective's activities in his absence, which were always the same.
221B Baker Street:
-Oh, dear, how have you been? I didn't expect you to get here so fast.
- Mrs. Hudson, I'm really glad to see you, I really needed to try your delights.
- John, I'm renting you the flat, I'm not your housekeeper...
- Mrs. Hudson , u know it's just a joke, right? I really missed you.
- And I missed you John.
- And Sherlock?
- Oh! He's upstairs on a personal ...visit.
- Personal?
- Oh yes dear, don't worry. Would you like some tea and biscuits?
-That would be fine, Mrs Hudson, but...
-Leave them, John...
Mrs. Hudson certainly had to improvise, to give Sherlock a little more time, and distract John with anything.
In fact, Sherlock was with Dr. Bell trying to come to an agreement about his current medications, which were actually overwhelming as he had over 4 types of inhalers, injections and tablets to take, not to mention the nebulizer treatments which were supposed to be 3 daily.
In fact, Sherlock was with Dr. Bell trying to come to an agreement about his current medications, which were actually overwhelming as he had over 4 types of inhalers, injections and tablets to take, not to mention the nebulizer treatments which were supposed to be 3 actually managed to hear Watson's arrival, and it really scared him, he was waiting for John to arrive a little later.
He had to come up with something fast, even though Dr. Bell knew what was making Sherlock nervous at the time.
And on top of that there's the dog... The service dog would be here soon and he wasn't sure how he was going to fix all 'd been hiding his asthma for years and it was supposed to stay that way.
-Sherlock ? Sherlock, for God's sake, are you paying attention to me?
- Sorry, Marcus, I was just thinking about something...Where were we?
- Maybe in your mental palace? Look, I know it's difficult to answer these questions but I really need to coordinate your treatment.
- Look, I know. For first time in years, and maybe this is the first and last I'm gonna say it and not repeat it, "I want to get this under control."
- Believe me, so do I. But I need your cooperation, so...
Albuterol or combination? And how do you feel about terbutaline?
- Mmmm combined has worked better for me and terbutaline also when I'm having the attacks I feel it works quickly.
Five minutes went by and the agreements ended. Not all of them were as effective.
- Hey, Sherlock, you know that regimen will hold until your saturation levels rise to at least 88. It's winter, Sherlock!
- Bell, you know what the real problem is
- The real problem is that you don't want to tell your boyfriend, who is also a doctor, that you have had and will have severe asthma. And that he's down here right now.
Sherlock gave him a rolleye
- The problem here Marcus , is I don't want our relationship to be damaged by this, I don't want... I don't want to screw up everything. Okay?It is a secret and I want to keep it that way and keep your voice down for God's sake. So I'm asking you if I can only take two treatments with the nebulizer morning and night instead of could figure it out.
-Sherlock, I told you three. But... I know you won't listen to me, so do whatever you want
The doctor stood up, furious, handing to Sherlock the medical prescription.
- Hey Marcus, come on, just understand me please.
- No Sherlock, that happened exactly the last time. You tried to take out a few medications and you ended up taking them all out. You were on that table... for long minutes, I tried to revive you, you almost didn't make it, for God's sake...
- Marcus, I understand, I just...
- You know...No, Sherlock, maybe you don't understand, because you're more than my patient. I consider you my son, I've been there for you, your whole life.
- I know you do, because you're always there.
- And I want to have you here to take care of you, but I need that cooperation.
Sherlock stood up and just gave him a really long wasn't that kind of person, but Bell was family.
- I love you too, Sherlock. I need you to do everything I've recommended.
- I will, I promise.
- I have a gift for you and I'll give it to you quickly because I know you want me to go now.
- How did you figure that out?
-I learned from the laughed briefly.
The doctor took a small box out of his pocket and handed it to Sherlock
When he opened the box, his gaze was a surprise. The gift was a card and a medical alert handle.
-You know I'm not going to wear this, you know?
- Look on the good side, if you forget my number you can always look at your wrist and call me to tell me your sorrows haha. Bye.
- Goodbye, by the way. Tell your wife not to cook with so much garlic, your mouth says one thing, but the stain on your coat lapel says another.
- typical
Sherlock rarely felt this way, so communicative and affectionate. He also felt like his father.
The doctor rushed downstairs at 10am, knowing that he would have an appointment at 11am and it was late enough.
-Thanks for everything, Mrs Hudson.
- Same to you Marcus, have a happy day. She exclaimed
John was faster and could see the person before he closed the door.
- Mrs. Hudson, the one who just walked out the door, isn't he the well-known Dr. Marcus Bell? The world-class lung specialist?
- Son, I don't know anything about it
- I'll go and say hello to Sherlock and ask him. Thanks for the biscuits.
- Sure thing, Hudson stood on the first floor hoping that everything would be all right and that her cover-up with Sherlock would not have been so obvious.
Upstairs
-Sherlock?
- Kitchen!.
- Sherlock, wasn't that the renowned lung specialist ? I just saw coming down?
- Could you really have started with something warmer? Like a hello?
Said Sherlock as he hide the prescription into a kitchen drawer.
- Hello, Sherlock, how have you been these months without me? And why was he here?