A/N: Yup… Felt like doing another (double) drabble today XD
THE CASE OF THE GREEN BLOTCH
please enjoy ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes' stories or characters (or movie). They belong to Arthur Conan Doyle
"Holmes?" Asked a very annoyed doctor.
"Yes, dear Watson?" Replied his friend, a detective.
"What have you done to Gladstone now?"
"Oh." Said Holmes, nonchalantly. "Just some usual experiments. He'll be up and running in a few moments, I promise."
"But it's not only the fact that he's unconscious-"
"Then I don't see what the problem is." Holmes interrupted.
"That's not the point!" Watson said, restraining himself from yelling too loud. "The problem, Holmes, is that Gladstone has a green blotch in the middle of his back because of your bloody experiments!"
"You're mistaken Watson, it's turquoise, not green."
Watson scratched his brow in sheer annoyance, "Holmes if you don't fix my dog soon, you won't be seeing me again for many days."
"But where would you stay?" Inquired the detective, mocking worry.
"At Mary's." Replied the doctor, neutrally. Watson noticed the air around his friend change.
Of course.
"Gladstone will be as good as new right this instant." Said Holmes while picking up the sleeping bulldog. Watson stifled his laughter at the expected behavior of the detective.
"Alright, old chap. I'll be going off for work then." The doctor replied.
They were out in the flat's hallway, right in front of the main door.
"Carry on, Mother Hen." Holmes said, his face red from holding the dog.
So, the doctor –who now seemed calmer– walked out.
Holmes stared down at the animal and the colorful splatter of chemicals around its furry back.
"Good God, it's spreading."