Chapter 11: Everyday Ableism
Hayden had immediately gone to hide in another room to avoid meeting Moriarty. She knew he already knew about her, especially considering he was currently 'dating' Molly. She just wasn't sure if she could hide the fact that she knew of him.
Especially considering the man terrified her. When she had first watched Sherlock, she had found the man's sociopathic tendencies and psychopathic actions to be unsettling. Hayden didn't understand the obsession people had with Moriarty.
"Excuse me?" Someone said from behind her and Hayden turned around to see one of the hospital staff watching her with what she easily identified as pity.
"May I help you?" Hayden responded with a faux-friendly smile, surprising the woman.
"Are you lost?" The woman asked, her voice high pitched like she was talking to a baby.
"May I help you?" Hayden repeated, keeping her smile.
"Are you here with someone?" The woman asked.
"May I help you?" Hayden said again, feeling some satisfaction when the woman started to freak out a little.
She probably should feel sorry for scaring the woman, but she didn't like it when people talked down to her. She could, and maybe should, try to set the woman straight, but she didn't have the energy. Instead, Hayden repeated herself one more time before wheeling past the woman.
Her breathing was labored as she slammed her fist on the lift's call button. She needed to get out of the building. Sherlock's attitude, Moriarty, judging ladies: it was all too much.
With shaking hands, Hayden managed to get her phone out of her pocket. She dialed Mycroft's number and used the ringing sound to ground herself.
"Mycroft, I'm at Bards. I need out," Hayden said, not letting Mycroft start the conversation.
"I'm on my way," came Mycroft's immediate reply.