Author's Note: Hey there guys. I've been away so I haven't had time to do one of these for a while, which is fine. I almost did another repeat the other day, but I did 'Audio Only' instead, which is all audio. I don't think I'll be doing another one of those. It was strange, and I kept wanting to put expressions and stuff like that, but it was AUDIO ONLY. We, sadly, are nearing the end of this section, and once again I find myself feeling saddened, and just a little bit upset. But I made a commitment and only forty chapters at a time is a hard thing to do, but I'm doing it. And once again I find myself without a title for the next set of forty chapters. Just something to think about, I'll take any suggestions. I would also like to know which of all of the chapters you liked best. Personally, my favorite is 'Troubled Dreams'. I was surprised at how well it turned out. It was really good and I really love it! So I would really appreciate it. Thank you guys so much, you are all brilliant! I love you all.
This one came to me because my school was having a blood drive and I thought... What would happen if John came home and Sherlock was giving blood? So this is what happens. Enjoy!
Until Gallifrey is free,
Time Lord Victorious
Sherlock leaned back in the chair, a grimace on his face. "Don't suppose you could hurry up? My flat mate will be home soon, and he doesn't like it when people are stabbing me with needles." The nurse smiled.
"You offered to give blood every year, you should have thought about it."
"That was before I thought that I could have a friend that I would be living with." She wipes his arm to clean it before stabbing a needle into his arm and letting the blood flow up a tube and into a bag, the red liquid moving at an agonizingly slow pace.
"Still. Sorry. You'll be here for about ten minutes. You're blood flow is kind of slow."
"Dull."
"Sorry."
"Oh that's him on the stairs now."
"I don't hear anything?"
"Don't you?" The door opens and Sherlock waves at the door, "JOHN!"
"Sherlock! What the Hell's going on here?"
"Oh this?" He gestures to the needle in his arm, "I'm giving blood. Like I do every year."
"You are?"
"Obviously." The nurse smiles apologetically.
"Sorry, John is it?"
"No need to apologize, John's a doctor."
"He is?"
"Oh yes. An army doctor. Isn't that right?" Sherlock smiles, obviously being effected by the loss of blood, even though he's only been hooked up for a couple minutes. John raises an eyebrow, with an amused smile on his face,
"Yeah actually. Sherlock? You okay?"
"Yes. Obviously."
"How long have you got?"
"Seven or eight minutes now."
"Slow bleeder?" The question was directed at the woman who was taking his blood, she smiles and nods,
"It might have gone faster if he had something to drink this morning." John laughs before sitting on the couch to observe the exchange of blood.
"It's a wonder that he can even give blood, he doesn't eat anything very often. How can he be healthy enough to give blood I wonder." Sherlock grins, looking at John sideways, head leaning against the back of the chair,
"I do eat, especially when I know that it's time to give blood again. I made myself breakfast this morning. You would be proud, don't you usually make breakfast, and I don't eat it?"
"Yes. What did you make?"
"Scrambled eggs, with a glass, the last glass, of orange juice, a bit of toast with butter." John's shocked. He can't believe that Sherlock would actually make himself breakfast, especially one like that.
"I don't believe you." Sherlock sighs,
"How long now? I do have things to do." The nurse smiles before patting his arm,
"Five minutes now."
"God. This is dull. I should never have signed up for this."
"It's for a good cause." John and the woman say at the same time, causing them to smile at each other, he's a doctor. He knows what he's talking about.
"I don't care. It's boring."
"You can always get taken off the list."
"Mycroft would kill me. He thinks I need to do something like this for the community more often. You know what I told him John? I said, 'I solve crime Mycroft, don't you think that's enough service for the city?' He shook his head at me and tsked. Signed me up for the stupid blood drive anyway. Ponce." The blood drive lady shakes her head, smile on her face,
"Who is Mycroft? Sounds like a charmer."
"My idiot brother. He's not. Tries to control my life. Even puts surveillance cameras up around my flat. Did you notice them John?"
"WHAT?"
"I take that as a no. Are we done yet?" She smiles,
"Just about." She pulls the needle out of his arm and bandages it up, pushing him back down into the chair when he tried to get up. "Now there are some things you need to do. Eat something, don't get up for a few minutes, and you probably shouldn't exercise today. You've just given a pint of your blood. Now luckily your flatmate is a doctor so I don't have to tell him what to do, and I don't have to tell you want to do either." She smiles as she packs her bag up and leaves the flat, with a small wave to John before heading down the stairs. Sherlock sighs loudly.
"I'm going to kill Mycroft someday."
"Why?"
"Did you hear what she said? I can't do anything today. Lestrade wanted me to come down when I finished up here. Can't do that now. Yorik envies me." He gestures to the skull on the mantle piece.
"I hid that yesterday." John points out, feeling slightly cheated.
"I know. And I found him. Know why he envies me? Because he hasn't got a body or blood to donate. Ha. Silly skull." John rolls his eyes.
"Don't give blood anymore okay?"
"Why? Mycroft makes me."
"Eat this." He shoves a cookie into Sherlock's hands, "Go on. Eat it. It'll help." Sherlock narrows his eyes suspiciously.
"Is it poisoned?"
"WHAT? Of course not! Just eat it. I'll get you some juice."
"I drank the last of the orange juice. Sorry."
"I don't like orange juice."
"Really? I thought everyone liked orange juice. I like orange juice."
"We have some grape, I'll get that." John ignores anything that comes out of Sherlock's mouth for the most part now. Blood deprivation. Not fun to deal with. He thrusts a glass of grape juice into Sherlock's arms and tells him to drink it, even though Sherlock doesn't want to. Suddenly Sherlock sits up, nearly throwing the glass across the room,
"I've got it!"
"What?"
"I've solved the case. Come one John, we have to go to Scotland Yard. Oh, Lestrade is going to love this." He stands up, swaying as soon as he straightened out. "Not good. I think I need to sit down again." John laughs,
"Good idea. We'll go see Lestrade in an hour or two when you're better." and then he added under his breath, "ish."
Hey again. Sorry. I just thought you should know that I don't like this one much at all, but I'm going to post it anyway. Hahaha. Sorry. Bear with me. I've got a plan for the next one. It should be better. I hope. Haha. Tell me what you think, don't forget to add which story was your favorite so far. And for those of you who read 'This Should Be Interesting' you can choose one from either story because I know there are some great ones in that set too. Thank you so much. I love you all. Have a brilliant weekend.
Until Gallifrey is free,
Time Lord Victorious