Chapter two: in the dark
I felt a warm, but a bit rough object gently pressed against my forehead for just what I know to be no more than a split second. I, being from the army, woke up with the light brush, startled. It was still dark outside, probably around two or three in the morning. I slowly sat up and squinted to the dark, trying to make out the person or the object that disturbed my slumber. It took a while for my sight to adjust to the dark but after a while, I finally saw Sherlock Holmes sitting beside my bed, with an amused expression. It surprised me to see him here, for even if we were close, we were both men of privacy.
"Holmes? What are you doing here?" I asked obviously confused and a bit worried for this was an unusual behavior of my friend.
I just needed something to observe after the eighth shot of cocaine and the second morphine shot." Said he, "Oh, and doctor, you better avoid construction sites. Even if it's only a scratch it might scar. You ought to be more careful." His eyebrows knitted into a frown.
"Never mind the scratch!" I exclaimed, "Eight shots of cocaine and two morphine shots? You will kill yourself like that, Holmes!"
"I just needed to work this brain of mine." He sighed.
With that I asked trying to give him something to think about even if it's a little. "How did you know that I was at the construction site? And how did you know that I was wounded? I concealed it very well."
This is what actually happened. After the meal, Mary and I decided to have a walk around the city. But I was too concentrated in my thoughts that, not only did not hear single of my fiancée's words but I actually slipped into a hole dug to build or fix something. Along the process, I wounded myself in my right arm, more of a cut than a scratch, which ran from my wrist to my elbow. It was not that serious, but my clothes were thorn and it still did need some medical attention. So we went to bandage up my wound, and buy a new set of clothes, which I came home with.
"Well I observed that there were some traces of gravel and other unique material with can only be found at a construction site. The nearest one from here is a whole dug near the restaurant you had a meal to-day. Well your shoes would not have gotten dirty unless you walked into the whole, which is very unlikely. So we can conclude that you fell into it. The very light scratch in the left side of your face proves that. Also the fact that your clothes had change when you came home supports my theory, since it would have been likely that you ripped it in the fall. As for the wound, I saw the bandages peeking out of your sleeves. You are right handed so if it was anything serious, you would have avoided using it, but you seem perfectly fine, so I presume that it's only a light scratch."
I laughed and congratulated him for getting it perfectly right. I did not mention to him that fact that it was not a light scratch, but rather a cut that needed few stitches. But I omitted the fact to him. Maybe I indeed concealed my injury well.
"How bad is it really?" he inquired in a tone of worry." I might be never wrong when it comes to my observation, but I am no doctor, Watson. I may know what it takes to kill a person, but aside from that I could not tell the intensity of a mere injury as a medical graduate could. Now tell me, how bad is it?"
I stared at him dumb folded. As far as I can recall, it was his first that he admitted his short coming in knowledge. He would usually state a knowledge he does not know is due to his ignorance to it for he did not found it important to him. Now, he was admitting that his knowledge in medicine was shorter than mine in total humility.
"It's really no big deal. Just a scratch as you said. It did need minor medical attention but it will be completely healed in two weeks." I informed him.
"You must take better care of yourself. What will poor Mary do if she ever looses you?" he said the last statement with a hint of sarcasm but I could see that he was truly worried about me.
"Well, I think that you should better care of yourself. With the amount of drug you take into your body every-day, you ought to die before me!" with that we both gave chuckle. It has seemed that the conversation had lifted his mood a bit. We proceeded to the sitting-room, where we chat and waited until the sun rose in the horizon.
to be continued in chapter 3:an early visitor
"Elementary."-Sherlock holmes