So here comes another part of Bite, I am a bit uncertain of this one, but I still hope you will enjoy it. I still own nothing.
12. May 2011, Worrisome News
Over one week after the first infection
"How is he?", asked Sherlock from the door to the treatment room. John was hovering over the boy and hadn´t left his side in the last three hours.
"He is still in critical condition. I actually think, that we will have real problems, when he wakes up. Whatever they did to him, he will be scared of us and probably won´t react in a good way." John sighed and looked at the boys face.
"How can anybody touch such an innocent boy?"
"You know which people, John. We both met them often enough." The doctor nodded and Sherlock moved forward till he was standing next to John.
"It strange, that his hair changed colour, isn´t it?"
"Yes, it is and most probably because of the zombie virus. I read the file again and they thought it was because of the virus. His eyes changed their colour too." The boy stirred in the bed and curled into a ball. He whimpered and was shaking like a leaf. Sherlock moved closer to him and laid his hand soothingly on the temple of the boy.
"Everything is alright, Oliver. Nobody will hurt you here. Come here, John. Let him know you are here." John was amazed about Sherlocks behaviour.
"When I was small and scared, Mycroft always took care of me like this.", the normally closed off young man said and looked at John.
"You can be scared? I never thought that was possible!" Sherlock chuckled.
"Yeah, I can be scared, but it helps to know, that I am not alone.", the genius smiled with a distant look on his face. A scream pulled them back to the cruel reality in front of them. The boy was screaming his lungs out and trashed on the bed. One of his small fists connected with Sherlocks jaw, but the man didn´t move an inch and just pulled him into his lap to hug him tight.
"It´s okay. It´s just a nightmare. You are safe with me and John, we won´t hurt you." Suddenly the boy went very still in Sherlocks arms. Big green eyes looked up at Sherlock. Tears ran down his cheeks, but he didn´t move, he just stared at Sherlock. The green of his eyes was amazing, it´s shade was that of the new leafs in spring, vibrating with life and strong emtions.
"Hey, I am Sherlock, what´s your name?", Sherlock asked. The young man new his name, but it was his way to try and get the kid to talk with him. Oliver didn´t answer and moved his head so he could look at John. The doctor was still wearing his white coat and stethoscope and that seemed to scare the boy.
"Hello, little man, I am John and I am the doctor here." The boys eyes widened and he tried really hard to breath.
"Damn, he´s hyperventilating." John moved closer, but that seemed to set the boy off. He jumped out of Sherlocks arms and ran out of the door. John and Sherlock hurried after the boy, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Sorry, I scared him.", John said sadly and looked down to the floor. Sherlock gently moved his hand to Johns right cheek and moved his head up, so he looked into his blue knowing eyes.
"It´s not your fault, John. It´s because of his experiences with doctors in the past. They weren´t like you." John imagined Sherlock caressing his cheek gently with his thump... Or didn´t he imagine it?
"Thank you, Sherlock." John blushed and moved away, the young man looked a bit disappointed by his reactions, but recovered really fast.
"I think I know where to search for him. I will come and see you later."
"You want to go alone?" The doctor frowned at him.
"Yes, because he is scared of doctors, John. He knows now that you are a doctor and will keep running away. He will need time and a big portion of trust before he will feel comfortable around doctors again."
"Okay. So I will go and find Beverly."
"Do that, John. See you later." John walked down the corridor and left. Sherlock watched him go and waited five minutes, before he approached the narrow ladder next to the cabins. The engine room was the perfect place to hide and switching the light on, wasn´t a good way to hide from someone. Sherlock climbed up the ladder and walked straight to the blankets he put in one corner of the room.
Oliver sat there, holding one of Sherlocks books about Bees in his hands and hugging his knees tightly to his body. Sherlock slowly moved closer, so he wouldn´t startle the boy and sat down next to the boy.
"Hey, that´s my book." Oliver looked at him and then resumed reading the book.
"I think it´s really interesting. Bees are fascinating, aren´t they?" That was probably the wrong thing to say, thought Sherlock and sighed. Why couldn´t he do anything right? But he was startled, when the boy tapped his shoulder and showed him the skull.
"Oh, you met my old friend." The boy tilted his head sideways with a quizzical expression on his face.
"His name is Murphy. I talk to him, when I think... thought about difficult cases, that the police couldn´t solve." Again that quizzical look and Sherlock continued. The boy would speak, but till than Sherlock would talk.
"I am a genius and I solved cases for the police in London. The other man John you met down there is my best friend. He is a really nice person and is very loyal. He even saved my life after knowing me only for one day! I trust him with everything I have." The boy moved closer and hold the skull carefully.
"If you want, you can have Murphy for a while. He is a good listener." The boy nodded and a small smile was on his face. Sherlock smiled back and stood up.
"Come on, boy. I am sure, that we will find some hot chocolate for you in the kitchen and after that... we will see."