Holmes is where the Hearth is

by PowerOfPens

Hades Lord of the Dead Christmas Writing Challenge is here again, and this year, I get to throw my hat into the ring! So get ready to have lots of seasonal fun, winter warmth and lovely friendship.

12. Chapter 12

p class="MsoNormal"John had been seven when he an interest in medicine. span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" /spanWhen Richard M. broke his arm at school, he was the only one who didn't look away./p
p class="MsoNormal""A compound fracture."/p
p class="MsoNormal"His assessment was met with questioning stares. Even Richard, wailing more from fear of the bloody wound and visible bone than any real pain, took a moment to stare at him./p
p class="MsoNormal""The pain will set in later, once the shock wears off."/p
p class="MsoNormal"For the rest of the year, he was alone. They called him a freak./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"Watson was thirty-seven when he over heard two constables milling around Scotland Yard. Constable Donovan watched as the friendly doctor broke Constable Mason's arm./p
p class="MsoNormal""A compound fracture."/p
p class="MsoNormal"The constables shared a confused and frightened glance. Watson, examining the damage as if he hadn't been the one to cause it, took a moment to glare at them./p
p class="MsoNormal""If I ever hear you speak that word of my friend, you will endure far worse pain than a broken arm."/p
p class="MsoNormal"He walked off to join Holmes. They really shouldn't have called him a freak./p
p class="MsoNormal" /p