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Chapter 6: about work
It had been a while since John last had a nightmare free night, but he is not happy, because the reason he didn't have nightmares was because HE DID NOT SLEEP THE ENTIRE NIGHT!
God Sake!
John tried to fold his pillow up, burying his head inside, then put on his headphones, turning the volume up to maximum. But he still couldn't block out the noises that just kept flowing into his ear like his own shadow.
Jesus!
Just what dangerous experiments is Sherlock conducting in the kitchen, why are there chainsaw, electrical drill, and what's with that explosion just now!
Don't tell him the chain explosion at the bank he experienced yesterday morning was all Sherlock's work!
Is his next step bombing Downing Street?
Not getting enough sleep, John is in a very bad mood, flipping around in bed he struggles to find a way to tune out the noise. He opened his eyes irritated, staring up at the ceiling; he had already punched Sherlock a million times in his head.
The alarm clock on the bedside table went off, it's now 4:45am
"BOOM-!" another explosion, this time more powerful than before, the sound waves shook the ceiling and dust showered down.
Unluckily for John who was laying face up in bed, all the dust landed on his face.
"Pff, cough, cough." Coughing out the dust that went into his nose and wiping his face at the same time, he looked closely at his hand, there is a whole intact micro spider web!
John could feel the hair standing up on his arm, he's most afraid of spiders, and there is one hiding in his room right now, no, two or maybe even more. He decided that it's time to have a big clean done to his room.
John thought for a moment whether to thank Sherlock or not, if not for his explosion, the spider web would not have fallen down.
No, this might inspire another whole new experiment in Sherlock, John quickly deleted the thought in his head.
To avoid more dust falling onto his face, and there is no more time to stay in bed, John decided to get up.
Jumped out of bed, put on his slippers.
Ready to go wash up.
Running past the kitchen, there was a head on the table, Sherlock is crouching in front of the head, examining it with his magnifying glass
John got curious; he walked up to it, and saw, it's not a human head, but a dog's. "Hey Sherlock, where did you get this …dog head?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes, turned around to John and said: "Oh, John, open your sleeping eyes and look carefully, this is not a dog head, it's a safe."
"A safe?" John looked at it one more time, who would make their safe into such a shape?
Sherlock stood up, put the dog headed safe under his arm and walked towards his sofa, "the person that designed this safe is a genius, the switch, where had he hidden the switch? Switch, switch, chainsaw doesn't work, drill doesn't work, explosives doesn't work, then there must be some sort of mechanism in this."
"So it was because of this that you made all those noises for the entire night?" John asked just before he walked into the bathroom.
Sherlock looked up a bit dazed, "Noise? I was noisy? How come I didn't notice?" He went straight back to his experiment.
5:20
When John walked out of the bathroom, he discovered Sherlock bending on the floor, his head against the safe. And Sherlock's eyes, John swear, if Sherlock put more force into staring, his eyeballs would fall out into the eye socket of the dog headed safe in the next second.
John shook his head, and quickly made himself a sandwich for breakfast, he thought about asking Sherlock if he wanted one or not, but seeing how focused Sherlock was, he might just pretend he didn't hear, or make more requests at the chance.
So wanting to go to work safely today, John chose to shut his mouth.
"Oh, is this it?" Laying on the ground Sherlock seemed to have discovered something, he rolled into a sunny area with the head, and made sure once again under the light, then he carefully put the safe on his desk, and shouted "Mrs. Hudson, I need to borrow your needles and thread!" He ran downstairs.
John was curious, with the sandwich in his mouth, he picked the dog headed safe up to study.
"Oh, amazing." John exclaimed. Looking from the distant, it's very hard to see this as a safe, the front of this safe which is the dog head, was carved very carefully, so real, however at the back of the head where it was supposed to be empty, there is a very smooth surface merged with the rest of the head. "Looks like what was inside was put in through the mouth." John touched it from left to right, the surface is very smooth there wasn't even a single scratch, "Sherlock most likely tried all violent means."
John knocked on it, then let go of his hand and watched it fall onto the floor, he picked it up and stroked it again, smirking, "Hm, it's very sturdy."
Right this time, Sherlock came back with Mrs. Hudson's thread kit which he snatched from he, his eyes went from John's face to the dog head in John's hand, then back to John's face again. Sherlock frowned, and looked puzzled.
John was puzzled by Sherlock's expressions, he thought is something wrong?
Then John – reacted half a minute late – moved his eyes to the dog headed safe he was holding, then?!
John was surprised to see that the safe looked different, the laid back ears now stood up, there was red light shining from the eye socks, and bucktooth appeared in his closed mouth.
Sherlock walked over, taking over the angry dog headed safe, and asked John, "What did you do to it?"
John moved his mouth a couple times, not understanding a bit, "I dropped it, doesn't it count? Then I stroked it."
"Dropped it? Stroked it?" Sherlock repeated the actions like John said, only to discover that the dog head remained the same as before.
"John." Sherlock's voice was filled with displease.
John waved his hand to say that 'he really only dropped it and stroked it."
Looking at the Sherlock that kept shortening the distance between them, John had the feeling that he probably can't make it to work today.
"John, your cab's here!" Right that moment, Mrs. Hudson's voice came from downstairs.
John booked a cab last night.
John silently signed inside, Sherlock lost inside a puzzle is the hardest to solve, Mrs. Hudson's remainder was so in time.
5:45
John escaped into his taxi under Sherlock's death stares, and went to work.
6:10
St. Mary's hospital's treating room.
John started his day of work after saying hello to Dr. Smith
His first patient is a six year old girl, who got taken to hospital by her mother because she started getting a high fever in the middle of the night.
The little girl had unhealthy red cheeks, laying in her mother's arms, her eyes big and round, looking curiously at the setup inside the room.
"Had she been feeling weird lately?" John carefully asked the girl's mother.
"Oh, Rose said her throat hurt in the morning." The mother answered John's question.
Sore throat? John made a preassumption for the cause of the high fever.
"Then except this, anything else that's not feeling right?" The mother thought for a moment then shook her head.
John smiled warmly at the little girl, "Come on, open your mouth, ahhh." The girl opened her mouth and did what John told her.
As expected the girl's lymph nodes are swollen quite bad.
"Rose, are you allergic to penicillin?" John asked before giving out his prescription.
Rose's mother shook her head and said, "Rose is usually really health, oh, I can say this is her first time getting ill since she was born, so I'm not sure if she's allergic or not."
John: "Then let's do a skin test to make sure." Ripping off a piece of paper and handed it to the mother.
"It will be fine soon." John took out a candy Dr. Smith shoved into his pocket this morning, and gave it to the little girl as a treat.
7:30
Baker Street 221B second floor living room.
Sherlock lay face up on the sofa, holding the safe over his head. For it to change, Sherlock is very interested, he is waiting for John to reply to his text.
He has a feeling that John's answer must be the key to him unlocking this safe.
"It shouldn't be drop, then it must be touch?"
Sherlock started muttering to himself.
"From the time I got it, I have touched it at least a thousand times, how come John's touch made a difference?"
The dog's red eyes stared at Sherlock.
"Maybe you think John resembles you?"
"No no no, it must be a dog related touch!"
Sherlock reckons he had caught the correct train of thoughts, and quickly started to pick out all his knowledge about dogs from his brain bank, however sadly all the studies he had about this organism called a dog is about it's death and illness.
"John, look up how to raise dogs for me."
Sherlock had his eyes focused on the dog head and called out unconsciously.
But there was no expected sign and the sound of fingers clicking on the keyboard, what rang was his cell phone's text ringtone.
Sherlock rolled around, and discovered he's the only one in the room.
Only now did Sherlock remember John went to work, and just a few moments ago he was texting the working John.
After staring at his cell for five minutes, Sherlock discovered that no matter how much he threatened it with his eyes it will not grow legs and walk to him. So he finally got out of his coach and went to look at this phone, and he saw John writing: "Sherlock, I swear I only patted its head, scratched its chin, that's it."
Sherlock turned around towards the dog head on the coach, walked towards it, picked it up, and patted and scratched.
Still its big mouth stayed open, ears up, red eyes shining.
"John, this is USELESS!"
Sherlock used four exclamation marks to express his annoyance.
8:20
St. Mary's treating room.
"No! no it hurts, it hurts!" The patient sitting by the bed screamed in pain. He wants to touch his ankle which just got put back in place, but seems wary at the thought.
This is John's fifth patient; he dislocated his ankle while walking.
With this kind of patient, John first gets them to sit by the bed, and then starts to make a conversation, and when their attention had started to move away, he makes the move.
9:24
Baker Street 221B upstairs living room.
At this time Sherlock is staying the dog's teeth one by one with his magnifying glass, 42 teeth, "Not a puppy, oh, something's carved on it!"
He had just discovered some light carvings on the dog's teeth, but not in any normal order.
Sherlock wrote the letters down on a piece of paper, the most sensible sentence he can get in the end was: What was my most wanted gift? Remember! Three chances!
"Only three chances?" Sherlock moved his hand up to his chin, and raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting!"
10:56
St. Mary's treating room.
Nurse Nancy made John a cup of coffee, there's currently no tenth patient.
John started to look through the files of the patients he needed to see later on his room rounds.
Took out his cell and saw a messenger, Sherlock's new text said: "John, I'm hungry."
John signed and made a call to Mrs. Hudson.
11:28
Baker Street 221B upstairs
One sleepless night, brain working at high power for a whole morning, eating one plate of fried dumpling, the empty stomached Sherlock now lay there in his coach, still thinking about the hint he got on the teeth.
Sherlock had already used one chance.
He found a bone in the fridge and put it towards its mouth, Sherlock thought this will cause the dog mouth to open, however the dog only barked at him twice.
"Unbelievable! Are you laughing at me?" Sherlock stared at the dog head, "I can't believe I got laughed at by Moriarty's dog head!"
The later thought was hard for him to accept.
But he is hungry, a hungry Sherlock can only lay on his coach, he doesn't have enough stamina to hold anger that could possibly burn whole of London down.
12:14
St. Mary's treating room.
John's last patient for the morning.
The couple had a fight, the angry wife smashed a beer bottle at her poor husband. The wife was still crying when they walked in.
John stood by the side, after he had bandaged up the bloody wound that looked scary but in fact is only a small cut, watching the husband comforting his wife.
John thought inside, luckily his choice of a wife had always been from the gentle type.
13:43
Baker Street 221B upstairs kitchen.
After eating the lunch Mrs. Hudson brought up, Sherlock started to a conversation with her, the topic is: dogs
14:16
St. Mary's ER corridor
John started to take his rounds in the ER
Main observing area was the patients from the chain explosion, he bumped into Lestrade. Lestrade came to take testimonies from the patients, and had a look at the patient still in coma in ICU which he reckons is an important thread.
15:36
Baker Street 221B upstairs kitchen.
Sherlock got a lot of information from Mrs. Hudson about how to raise dogs.
He even used the dog head safe as a prop, and invited Mrs. Hudson to demonstrate, what she means by "an action filled with love and trust."
"Wolf!"
Only one more chance left.
16:50
On the way home.
John got kicked out of the treating room by Dr. Smith with the reason "over time", he finally realised it's time for him to go home.
He handed in his work pass at the services desk, and tried to invite the head nurse Mabel to Saturday's movie, got rejected, reason: I'm married, my child is 3."
ON his way home he went to Sherlock's favourite Chinese restaurant and brought his favourite noodles and milk.
17:20
Sherlock yelled at John who just got home, "Hello, John, how did work go?"
"Fine, I can cope. How's your work?" John handed the noodles to Sherlock, then put the milk into the fridge.
"NO, BORING!" Sherlock looked at John with sparkly eyes.
John looked up at the ceiling, remembered this morning, and wanted to escape again.
A/N: yes yes I know this chapter is such a drag, but the foundation really need to be laid well before anything can be built on top right? right? o(*≧▽≦)ツ see you next time, don't forget to review! your reviews are well appreciated!