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Sherlock's illness is explained in this chapter, so get ready, and enjoy!

Chapter 6

The seizure seemed to be lasting forever, although it had only been a minute so far. John was so engrossed in what was happening in front of him, that when he felt a hand on his shoulder he jumped, startled. Turning his head, he saw a man holding his wallet out.

"Ummm, I think that you're suppose to put something in his mouth so he doesn't swallow his tongue." the guy said hesitantly.

"No, you're not. I'm a doctor. It's physically impossible to swallow your tongue. If you were to put something in his mouth, he could asphyxiate." John snapped. He knew that the guy had done nothing wrong and was only trying to help, but he couldn't deal with people giving out information that could hurt someone having a seizure.

"Okay, but shouldn't you at least hold him down?" The guy asked, sounding unsure..

"Never hold someone who is seizing down, you can hurt them or yourself." John said, more calm than before.

"Okay." The guy said.

"Thanks for trying to help, but me and Sher- him, are fine." John said, almost slipping and saying Sherlock's name.

John didn't notice the guy after that because he noticed Sherlock's jerking was slowing down. Soon, Sherlock went completely limp. Immediately, John put him in the recovery position, and then cleared his airway as a precaution. John let out a breath, confused and worried about Sherlock.

Why wouldn't he tell me about this? Why would he feel the need to hide this from me? As John stared at the boy in front of him, he tried to put himself in Sherlock's shoes. Was he… ashamed of having epilepsy? Is that even what he has? Shaking his head, John focused on Sherlock. He was still out, but he had gained back what little color he usually had, and he was breathing regularly. Just then, John heard sirens in the distance. Relief flooded through him as he saw the ambulance turning the corner. Pulling up, two EMT's, a man and woman, immediately jumped out and ran towards John.

"Sir, is this your son?" The male asked as he took Sherlock's pulse.

John paused, not knowing how to answer. Finally, he decided on a half truth. "No, I'm a friend of the family, I was just watching him." John said, looking at Sherlock. "I'm a doctor. I believe that he has epilepsy, and he missed his medication. He started off disoriented, then his left arm started to jerk. I realized what was happening, so I tried to lie him down, but he started seizing. He seized for about two minutes, and has been unconscious ever since. Last time I checked his pulse was still elevated, but his breathing was back to normal. "

"Okay, what's his name, hon?" The woman asked as the man placed an oxygen mask over Sherlock's face.

"Sher- William. William Holmes. I'm John Watson." John said, thinking of the last time they had been at the hospital and how his medical records were probably under his first name.

God, that was only yesterday. This has to be a new record for Sherlock, John thought as they moved Sherlock to a gurney and started to wheel him towards the ambulance.

All of a sudden, John heard a low moan. Turning, he saw Sherlock start to move around and sluggishly open his eyes. Letting out a sigh of relief, John started to walk towards him, but then Sherlock's eyes widened and he started to whimper and struggle against the gurney's restraints.

"William, it's okay, we are here to help you." the male EMT said as they tried to calm Sherlock down, but it wasn't working. John immediately pushed them out of the way and got in Sherlock's line of sight.

"Hey, William. It's alright," He said, grabbing Sherlock's hand. "We are just going to go the hospital, okay? I'm going to be right here."

Sherlock immediately calmed down and looked at John. John thought that he saw Sherlock smile through the mask, but then he was asleep, his hand going limp in John's.

The EMTs looked at John, who just shrugged. "He trusts me."

The EMTs nodded and started to lift Sherlock into the ambulance.

"I'm coming with him." John said, climbing into the ambulance after the gurney. Neither EMT said anything against it, so John settled in.

Watching the ambulance turn the corner, the man that had tried to "help" started to walk away. Pulling out a burner phone, he called the only number in the contacts. It rang for a second before connecting.

"Hey boss, it's Moran. You will never believe what I just found out."

"Is there anybody in his family that we can call?" The woman asked as she inserted an IV into Sherlock's arm. Seeing John look at the bag in her hand, she handed it to him. "It's an anti-convulsant. Just want to prevent another seizure."

Nodding, John gave it back. "Umm, yeah, I called his brother. I assumed we're going to St. Barts?"

"Yeah."

"That's where I told his brother we were going, so he should be meeting us there."

The woman seemed to accept this and turned to continue working on Sherlock, In reality, John hadn't even thought about Mycroft until now. But Mycroft always had a way of knowing what was happening, so he was sure that he would there before them. So he sat back, took Sherlock's hand again, and waited until they reached the hospital.

Walking into the hospital with the gurney, John saw Mycroft right away. He was standing in the waiting room, but when he saw the gurney. he quickly strode over.

"I'm his brother, Mycroft Holmes." he said briskly, putting a hand on Sherlock's head.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you both to wait in the waiting room until we have William situated," the doctor said to Mycroft and John. Seeing their nods, the doctor and nurses wheeled Sherlock away.

Mycroft and John watched as Sherlock disappeared. John notice the worry in Mycroft's eyes, but when Sherlock moved out of their sight, Mycroft quickly turned to John, the worry being replaced with a cold stare.

"Why didn't you call me right away?" Mycroft asked, his anger barely concealed.

But John had a little anger in him, too. "Hold up, you're mad at me? Why the hell wouldn't you or Sherlock tell me that he has epilepsy? I mean, is that even what he has?" John said, his voice raising.

Mycroft looked at him for moment, then let out a breath. "Sherlock has, or had, Benign Rolandic Epilepsy since he was four. It started when he complained that his arm would twitch, and then the teachers at kindergarden said that he had started to daydream and drool at school. At first my parents were concerned, but I knew it was only because they thought that their son might be a 'retard'. But when they realized that he still had his smarts, they couldn't care less. Then one night, I was up after Sherlock's bed time, and I heard a thump from his room. And when I went in to check on him…" Mycroft paused and rubbed his face. "I found him on the floor, seizing and turning blue. It was one of the scariest moments of my life."

John never thought that he would do this, but he felt sympathetic for Mycroft Holmes.

"I screamed," Mycroft continued, "and my parents came, and we took him to the hospital. A week later, he was diagnosed. After that, my parents had Sherlock home schooled. They said it was for his benefit, but we knew that my parents were just embarrassed that their son wasn't 'perfect'. The seizures stopped at 15, but by then, the kids didn't want to be around 'the spaz', so he was a loner. I used to be the only one he would talk to. After I went to college, he didn't really talk to anyone. Then he went to college, but ended up dropping out because of his drug addiction, and you know the rest."

John was stunned. He would have never guessed this. He had always assumed that Sherlock didn't have a lot of friends because he didn't want any. "Okay, but why wouldn't you tell me about this when Sherlock said he wanted to stay with me?

"Because we didn't know if it would come back. The doctor said that he still had the brain of an adult. We weren't sure if that meant he would have it or not have it."

John could understand why they might have had their doubts, but there were still some things left unexplained. "But why didn't you share that with me? Or at least tell me about the medications instead of just calling them 'vitamins'?"

"I offered to take him from you…"

"Sherlock wanted to come with me! It was his choice! Why wouldn't he tell me about something that could be dangerous?"

"I don't know. All I know is that Sherlock didn't want me to tell you."

"Oh, so you decide to do what he wants? When you usually ignore his wishes? Why did you decide to listen now?"

Mycroft's usual cool composure was wiped away by a look of frustration. "Because this illness already affected every aspect of his life! You see how he is now! When the seizures stopped, he was so happy. He thought that maybe he would have a normal life. But the kids still thought of him as a 'freak'. And he had never really learned how to make friends. So I guessed he realized the best way to live was shielded like he had his whole life. He closed himself off from me, from anyone who gave a damn about him. He stopped caring what anyone thought of him. He has never told me why he started drugs, but I'm pretty sure this had to do with it. I mean, you're his only friend! So if he didn't want his second childhood to be like his first, or have you look at him differently, then I wasn't going to take that away from him."

John had never seen Mycroft so emotional before. Truthfully, he hadn't thought him capable of it. But now, he saw why Mycroft was so protective of Sherlock.

The mask slid back on as Mycroft took a deep breath. "I apologize for the outburst. That was very unprofessional."

"No, it's fine. I understand." John said, anger completely gone.

There was a moment of silence, then Mycroft cleared his throat. "Well, it seems that you took good care of him. I'm afraid I must be going. I need to calm down a few diplomats."

John chuckled. "Don't you always?"

"It does seem so." Mycroft said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Can I expect a call from Sherlock as soon as he is able?"

"I'll make sure of it." John promised.

"Good. Well, I must be off." Straightening his jacket, Mycroft looked him in the eyes, a silent understanding passing through. "John."

John looked back. "Mycroft."

They kept eye contact for a second before Mycroft turned a walked away, umbrella clicking with each step.

Sighing, John walked over to the chairs and sat down. He had learned more about Sherlock's childhood in that one conversation than he had in the entire time he had known him. Picking up a magazine that he wasn't planning on reading, he realized he and Sherlock were in for a long conversation. Leaning back, he opened the magazine, stared at the pages, and waited for the doctor to come and get him.

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