Doctor versus Detective
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hello again everyone! Here is the third and part of "Doctor versus Detective." I do hope to write the last installment of "Unhappy Endings" soon. Wow! Seven reviews! Thanks everyone!
Gyemese: Hmm..Don't worry. I won't hurt him. Much *cackles*
Vidar: Thanks very much ^_^
Alexia S. Luclwit: Oh, I had to look up some of the medical stuff like surgery, anesthetics ect. It took a lot of research to do this story. *Blinks*English essay? What English essay? ^_^
Black Rose25: LOL, calm down ^_^; I made the mistake of taking French in school. There are some things I noticed in your message, but not a whole heck of a lot! Yeah Mycroft does remind me of a mom at that moment, or when your brother (or sibling) is hogging the bathroom and won't get out! Glad you liked.
Shannon Holmes:*Sweat drops* Whoops, sorry Shannon! Thanks a lot for the kind review!
Serene Rose: Hee hee, I love that name too. I think Holmes would kill someone who called him William, or Billy. Appendicitis is not viral (In other words it's not passed on from one person to another.) It's just if the organ gets infected, so that's why Mycroft didn't get it. Yeah, Watson's gonna make him all better to make up for not catching him.
Part 3: Surgery
Holmes seemed to be going paler as the seconds passed. I looked up at the elder both worried and slightly panicked.
"We must get him to a hospital, if his appendix ruptures-"
At that moment, my friend's eyes opened, looking almost a child who was very frightened. He grasped my hand and whispered hoarsely "No Watson, no hospital!" that cryptic message chilled my heart. Sherlock Holmes' strength seemed to have drained from the action, his head lolled and fell back onto the couch; his breathing more shallow than before.
"Do you not know how to do the surgery?" Mycroft Holmes asked me briskly.
"Yes, I do know how to do it. I went to a seminar six months back that explained the procedure. However, I have never had to actually do the surgery." I explained with a sigh. Holmes was dying; I had no other choice, I had to do the operation or my friend would die.
I quickly exited out of the room and went into my own, grabbing my medical bag. Then I went to the door of the flat and called out to our landlady.
"Mrs. Hudson! I need you to bring a basin of hot water, a small towel, and a heavy blanket if you will!" I left the door open and nearly ran into Holmes' room and placed it on the nearby table. Mrs. Hudson entered with the items I requested.
Looking like she was holding back tears, she said, "I was going to make tea but-"the old landlady stopped her train of thought "What's wrong with him, Doctor?"
"His appendix is about to rupture. If we don't get it out soon, he won't make it." I said as gently as I could.
Our landlady gasped and quickly removed herself from Holmes' room. I had Mycroft lift his brother off the bed as I spread the quilt over it. When Sherlock Holmes was lying on it, I pulled a bottle of alcohol and my surgery tools from my black bag, poured it into the basin of water and then placed my surgery instruments in it.
Next, I proceeded to remove the nightshirt from him and pour some of the antiseptic onto Holmes' bare stomach. After that, I pulled a vial of sedative and syringe from the depths of my medical handbag, pulled the solution into the needle, and then smoothly into his forearm.
I also drew out another small bottle, this time of Chloroform, dipped it onto my own handkerchief and pressed it against Holmes' mouth and nose to insure that he would remain completely insensible for the duration of the procedure. That being done, I requested that Mycroft keep the chloroform cloth pressed against my friend while I went to the washroom and washed my hands. A moment later, I came back; pulled the first instrument I needed from the basin, dried it, and began.
Holmes' fever broke sometime during the middle of the operation. I noticed that he was breathing more naturally, and, his body had relaxed somewhat. The elder Holmes was looking down at his younger brother somewhat sadly. Mycroft had also taken out his handkerchief and was gently brushing off the sweat from his younger sibling's forehead.
It was well past five o'clock in the evening when I had sewn the wound shut and wrapped the belly of my "patient." Mycroft with my instructions, carefully lifted Sherlock Holmes from the bed so that I could remove the blooded quilt, (he had long removed the chloroform doused cloth) and pulled the bed sheets back while the bulkier Holmes brother slid the leaner man into the coverings while I disposed of the blood-soaked blanket and the little organ that had caused so much trouble. When I returned, I noted that Mycroft had found a clean nightgown for his brother to wear, much to my surprise, and had re-dressed Holmes in it.
I put a hand on his large shoulder. "He'll be fine Mr. Holmes. Your brother is quite stubborn sometimes, but he's quite resilient. Would you like to stay for dinner? I am sure that Holmes won't wake before dawn tomorrow."
The colossal man shook his head. "No, I must be off. My landlady is expecting me. Thank You. "
"Very well, I will stay by Holmes' bedside tonight to make sure there were not any complications. "Again I received a nod as a response.
"Thank You, Doctor Watson. You may have saved my brother's life today. I owe you a great deal."
"Not at all," I declared, "Good evening, Mr. Holmes." I opened the door for him and he bowed slightly in respect. When Mycroft Holmes had left, I had thought of going to my friend's room when there was a knock at the flat's door. Mrs. Hudson came in, her eyes a little glassy red and puffy.
"Oh, Doctor Watson, how is he?"
"He's doing fine now, Mrs. Hudson, not to worry. Mr. Holmes is sleeping right now."
She bobbed her head dumbly. "That's good. At least Mr. Holmes will be able to recover. I'll bring you your dinner, sir." And then she swept out of the room.
I took dinner, which was of course, was very delicious and made my way back to Holmes room. At nine o' clock my long vigil began.
To be continued....
By Ms. Neptune Holmes
A/N: Hello again everyone! Here is the third and part of "Doctor versus Detective." I do hope to write the last installment of "Unhappy Endings" soon. Wow! Seven reviews! Thanks everyone!
Gyemese: Hmm..Don't worry. I won't hurt him. Much *cackles*
Vidar: Thanks very much ^_^
Alexia S. Luclwit: Oh, I had to look up some of the medical stuff like surgery, anesthetics ect. It took a lot of research to do this story. *Blinks*English essay? What English essay? ^_^
Black Rose25: LOL, calm down ^_^; I made the mistake of taking French in school. There are some things I noticed in your message, but not a whole heck of a lot! Yeah Mycroft does remind me of a mom at that moment, or when your brother (or sibling) is hogging the bathroom and won't get out! Glad you liked.
Shannon Holmes:*Sweat drops* Whoops, sorry Shannon! Thanks a lot for the kind review!
Serene Rose: Hee hee, I love that name too. I think Holmes would kill someone who called him William, or Billy. Appendicitis is not viral (In other words it's not passed on from one person to another.) It's just if the organ gets infected, so that's why Mycroft didn't get it. Yeah, Watson's gonna make him all better to make up for not catching him.
Part 3: Surgery
Holmes seemed to be going paler as the seconds passed. I looked up at the elder both worried and slightly panicked.
"We must get him to a hospital, if his appendix ruptures-"
At that moment, my friend's eyes opened, looking almost a child who was very frightened. He grasped my hand and whispered hoarsely "No Watson, no hospital!" that cryptic message chilled my heart. Sherlock Holmes' strength seemed to have drained from the action, his head lolled and fell back onto the couch; his breathing more shallow than before.
"Do you not know how to do the surgery?" Mycroft Holmes asked me briskly.
"Yes, I do know how to do it. I went to a seminar six months back that explained the procedure. However, I have never had to actually do the surgery." I explained with a sigh. Holmes was dying; I had no other choice, I had to do the operation or my friend would die.
I quickly exited out of the room and went into my own, grabbing my medical bag. Then I went to the door of the flat and called out to our landlady.
"Mrs. Hudson! I need you to bring a basin of hot water, a small towel, and a heavy blanket if you will!" I left the door open and nearly ran into Holmes' room and placed it on the nearby table. Mrs. Hudson entered with the items I requested.
Looking like she was holding back tears, she said, "I was going to make tea but-"the old landlady stopped her train of thought "What's wrong with him, Doctor?"
"His appendix is about to rupture. If we don't get it out soon, he won't make it." I said as gently as I could.
Our landlady gasped and quickly removed herself from Holmes' room. I had Mycroft lift his brother off the bed as I spread the quilt over it. When Sherlock Holmes was lying on it, I pulled a bottle of alcohol and my surgery tools from my black bag, poured it into the basin of water and then placed my surgery instruments in it.
Next, I proceeded to remove the nightshirt from him and pour some of the antiseptic onto Holmes' bare stomach. After that, I pulled a vial of sedative and syringe from the depths of my medical handbag, pulled the solution into the needle, and then smoothly into his forearm.
I also drew out another small bottle, this time of Chloroform, dipped it onto my own handkerchief and pressed it against Holmes' mouth and nose to insure that he would remain completely insensible for the duration of the procedure. That being done, I requested that Mycroft keep the chloroform cloth pressed against my friend while I went to the washroom and washed my hands. A moment later, I came back; pulled the first instrument I needed from the basin, dried it, and began.
Holmes' fever broke sometime during the middle of the operation. I noticed that he was breathing more naturally, and, his body had relaxed somewhat. The elder Holmes was looking down at his younger brother somewhat sadly. Mycroft had also taken out his handkerchief and was gently brushing off the sweat from his younger sibling's forehead.
It was well past five o'clock in the evening when I had sewn the wound shut and wrapped the belly of my "patient." Mycroft with my instructions, carefully lifted Sherlock Holmes from the bed so that I could remove the blooded quilt, (he had long removed the chloroform doused cloth) and pulled the bed sheets back while the bulkier Holmes brother slid the leaner man into the coverings while I disposed of the blood-soaked blanket and the little organ that had caused so much trouble. When I returned, I noted that Mycroft had found a clean nightgown for his brother to wear, much to my surprise, and had re-dressed Holmes in it.
I put a hand on his large shoulder. "He'll be fine Mr. Holmes. Your brother is quite stubborn sometimes, but he's quite resilient. Would you like to stay for dinner? I am sure that Holmes won't wake before dawn tomorrow."
The colossal man shook his head. "No, I must be off. My landlady is expecting me. Thank You. "
"Very well, I will stay by Holmes' bedside tonight to make sure there were not any complications. "Again I received a nod as a response.
"Thank You, Doctor Watson. You may have saved my brother's life today. I owe you a great deal."
"Not at all," I declared, "Good evening, Mr. Holmes." I opened the door for him and he bowed slightly in respect. When Mycroft Holmes had left, I had thought of going to my friend's room when there was a knock at the flat's door. Mrs. Hudson came in, her eyes a little glassy red and puffy.
"Oh, Doctor Watson, how is he?"
"He's doing fine now, Mrs. Hudson, not to worry. Mr. Holmes is sleeping right now."
She bobbed her head dumbly. "That's good. At least Mr. Holmes will be able to recover. I'll bring you your dinner, sir." And then she swept out of the room.
I took dinner, which was of course, was very delicious and made my way back to Holmes room. At nine o' clock my long vigil began.
To be continued....