Author's note: Part 7/60!
Pairing: Mycroft x Sherlock (platonic)
Warnings: OOC Mycroft and Sherlock
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
LITTLE BROTHER
Mycroft nibbled on his lip with worry as he gazed out of the car's window, wishing it would go faster. His fifteen year old brother was found unconscious at an alley because of an overdose. According to the policemen who found him, there were signs of a struggle so there's a big possibility of this being a forced overdose.
The car stopped in front of the hospital and Mycroft exited immediately before running to the hospital. "Sherlock Holmes, I am his older brother Mycroft Holmes." He said gasping as his asthma acted up. "Room 458." The nurse said and Mycroft hurried to the elevator that would take him to the fourth floor where his brother's room resided.
Mycroft found the room easily, seeing as there were policemen stationed outside it to protect the room's inhabitant and almost murder victim. Knowing procedure for this, Mycroft took out his ID card and he was allowed inside after it was verified to be real.
"Sherlock." Mycroft said as he run inside the room, seeing the pale form of his brother look at him with bloodshot eyes. "My." Sherlock whimpered and the older brother rushed to his side. "What happened Sherl?" Mycroft asked gently as he patted the younger's hair. "I was ganged up on by a few classmates who didn't like what I said about them. I tried to fight back but they were stronger. They forced a needle in me and inserted something in my bloodstream. The next thing I know is I'm falling unconscious."
"You were drugged dear. You need to tell to the policemen who did this to you. Then, after that is done, you will come to my house where you'll recover." Sherlock smirked weakly. "I guess I will be followed around by a guard from now on." Mycroft smirked back. "You guessed right. You are my little brother after all."