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Sherlock: Lost Mind
Chapter 4
Soon we sat in the surgery of Dr. Willows. I wasn't surprised as he told me that he had already expected us.
The consulting room was very nice and pleasant. There was an old, wooden desk with two chairs in front of it. In one of them I sat now, while Sherlock was situated on a more comfortable armchair. He looked nervously all around the room during the few moments we had to wait.
"Well, Mr. Holmes", Dr. Willows began. He sat down next to Sherlock and watched him closely. "Total amnesia... let's take a look... it came suddenly... no early symptoms...?"
"That's right", I answered. Dr. Willows glanced at me. "Ah. You must be Mr. Watson-"
"Dr. Watson.", I interrupted.
"Of course. Mr. Mycroft Holmes told me that you would be with his brother. Well, Dr. Watson, I trust your opinion. No early symptoms, okay. So, Mr. Holmes, what happened this morning when you woke up?"
Sherlock closed his eyes for a few moments, then his glimpse wandered quickly over Dr. Willows. I wasn't sure but it looked like he tried to deduce the neurologist. Then he answered: "Well, maybe I should mention that I woke up out of-" He glanced at me sketchily. "...out of a dream. Can't remember anything that happened in there... and then, when I was awake, I had this feeling of disorientation, and I just had no idea of who I am, where I am, anything. I still can't remember; Sherlock Holmes is just how everyone seems to call me, and if it would be a lie, I wouldn't know."
I really wanted to tell him that it wasn't a lie, that he could trust me, but I remained silent, I just swallowed and felt a pain in my heart.
"Except", Sherlock continued slowly. "There's one thing. One word. It was in my head when I woke up, I don't understand its meaning... just this word..."
"Sherlock", I whispered now. "Why... why did you not tell me?" My friend shrugged his shoulders.
"Tell us now", said Dr. Willows and leaned forward to him. I saw how Sherlock hesitated, throwing glances at me. "Is it him?", the neurologist asked and nodded in my direction. "Do you want him to go?"
I panted, opened my mouth to say something. But Sherlock just made an apologizing face and nodded. "What?", I asked disbelieving. "Sherlock - I'm your friend, we are best friends, and maybe I understand this word-"
"Dr. Watson, you better wait out of the room", said Dr. Willows.
"But-"
"John!" Now Sherlock spoke. He looked at me and sighed. "Listen, John. I... I don't know who I am - I don't know who you are. To me, you're not my best friend, not now, because I just can't remember... I'm sorry, but I really think it's better..." His head sank down, helpless. "Please, John."
I sighed. "Yes. I understand. It's okay. So, if you need me, I'll be in the waiting room."
I waited. I really tried not to be angry or jealous, but I couldn't fight those feelings. Sherlock always trusted me. Always. And now... "To me, you're not my best friend, not now..." Oh, it hurt.
So I just sat there, waiting, staring at the patterned wallpaper. After a while, Dr. Willows opened the door, and Sherlock stepped out of the room. He was so pale, much paler than he is anyway. In his hands he held some papers, and Dr. Willows pointed at the reception. "Here you go, my secretary will do the bureaucratic stuff." Sherlock nodded slowly and went to the anteroom. Dr. Willows waved me over.
"Yes?", I asked, still angry.
"Listen - you're a doctor, you know best about the confidentiality. But I know Mycroft Holmes, I know his influence, and he must trust you if he wants you to keep an eye on Mr. Sherlock Holmes. So, maybe... maybe I should tell you the word that your friend mentioned." Now I got really curious. "Yes?", I asked low voice.
"I have no idea what it means. Probably a name-", Dr. Willows began, and then he stopped as he saw Sherlock return from the anteroom.
"John, I'm ready, we can go...", my friend said.
"Coming", I answered, my eyes on Dr. Willows. He hesitated for a moment, but then he leaned forward and whispered the mysterious word in my ear before turning away.
"What is it, John? Dr. Willows?", Sherlock asked impatiently.
"Alright, alright, on my way!", I answered without showing any sign of what I just had heard.
"Good bye, Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson", said Dr. Willows, and then we went off.
My throat was dry, and I stared forward. I was not even listening to Sherlock. I just thought of what Dr. Willows said.
The word, this only thing that Sherlock had remembered when he woke up this morning... it was "Moriarty".