Sherlock: Lost Mind
Chapter 2
I ran out of the bedroom and sent the client home. Then I called Mrs. Hudson. While she came upstairs, I hurried back to my friend who still sat in the corner of the room, staring in the air. "Sherlock", I said with a soft voice. "What happened to you?" He didn't answer, he just closed his eyes and shook his head. After a few moments he looked at me. "Please, tell me - who are you? Who am I? Please, tell me that everything is alright, that I'm just having a nightmare... my head - hurts-"
I heard the voice of Mrs. Hudson in the kitchen. "John - John, is everything alright?"
"We're here" I yelled.
"What's up? What are you doing in there, boys?", she asked and smiled as she came in. "Oh, dear - Sherlock, look at you - are you okay?"
"Who is she?" My friend sighed again and shook his head strongly. "Is she... our mother... are we brothers...?"
"Oh, John, what happened to him?" Mrs. Hudson asked and looked terrified at Sherlock.
"I don't know. But somehow, it seems, Sherlock has lost his memory - listen, Sherlock, this is Mrs. Hudson, our housek- landlady. And our friend. I'm John, John Watson, your best friend. And you are Sherlock Holmes, the best and wisest man I know, so, please, tell me that you remember!"
But Sherlock just looked at me, confused, and shrugged his shoulders. "No. I don't - I don't know, I don't remember anything. But, please, help me."
"Yes, of course! Don't worry, we manage this. Mrs. Hudson, could you make some tea, please?"
She went downstairs without a further word, still looking terrified.
But Sherlock's thought about us being brothers brought me to another idea. Mycroft.
I took my mobile phone and called his brothers' number. "John", said the familiar voice. "So, tell me, what happened?"
For one second I actually wondered how he could know. Then I just said: "It's Sherlock."
"Obviously."
"Something happened to him. He doesn't remember anything."
"What do you mean?" Mycroft answered with confusion in his voice.
"Well, I mean that he doesn't know who he is nor where he is nor who I am."
At the other end of the phone line there was silence. "I still don't understand", was finally the answer.
I snorted. "Neither do I. But maybe you just could come here, please, and help your brother, Mycroft!"
Another silence. I watched Sherlock who had his eyes closed and, obviously, tried to remember.
"I'm coming" Mycroft said slowly and rang off.
"Okay, Sherlock. Come with me. Your brother will be here soon - his name is Mycroft, any bells ringing?", I said while I helped him to get up. My friend just shook his head and I carefully led him into the living room. He sat down in his chair and I couldn't resist a little smile. "Well, you chose the right chair, that's good, isn't it? Look, this is the place where you normally sit. I sit here. You're a consulting detective, and we solve crimes together."
"Consulting detective..." he repeated with a dry voice while he was looking around. "A skull...", he murmured as he discovered 'Billy' on the fireplace. "What kind of person am I?"
"Well-" Good question. Clever, but an annoying idiot to other people - should I tell him that?! "You're very, very clever... not always a person easy to handle with..."
I thought of what to do now. Well, it was necessary to get him to a doctor. A specialist.
Mrs. Hudson returned with a cup of nice-smelling tea. "Here you go, Sherlock. Your favorite tea", she said in a soothing voice.
My friend took the cup hesitantly and sipped. "Thank you... Mrs. Hudson...?"
"Strange to see him like that", she murmured and turned to me. "Have you phoned his brother?"
"Yes. He's coming. Maybe he's any helpful, just this once."