Title: Making the Connection
Story Summary: A non-chronological collection of short chapters based on one word prompts, includes (pre-)slash for Johnlock & Mystrade
Chapter Summary: When Sherlock is admitted to the hospital John has to lie to get in. Prompt: Attendant
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Moffat, Gatiss & SACD.
A/N: I'm sorry I didn't get back to you guys last night, somehow my muse left me after I began writing up another chapter. So I stored away that idea for a better time and decided to fill today's prompt from oneword(dot)com instead.
"Sir, you can't stay with him. I'm sorry." The nurse says as she blocks his way when they wheel Sherlock into a room.
"I'm his friend. His brother is out of town and he's got no other family", John doesn't even know whether it's true. He knows about their mother but she's surely not going to magically appear now. He has to find a way to stay with his best friend.
"It's alright, he's my medical attendant", Sherlock croaks from the stretcher on which he's lying.
The nurse takes a closer look at John. "I'm a doctor and I take care of his… special needs. He's got Asperger's and gets into a lot of fights because of his poor social skills. Rich kid, family thought it would be easier if there's someone with a medical background with him at all times." He offers quickly, the lies rolling off his tongue.
"Then why are you almost as beaten up as he is?" The nurse's tone is sceptical.
"The blokes that beat him up didn't exactly like the thought of him being patched up straight away so they kept me busy for a bit as well." Half-truths were always easier to tell than complete lies and he seems to be rather convincing as the nurse lets him inside the room.
When they are left alone John pulls the only chair in the room up to the side of the bed and lets out an audible sigh of relief.
"So, you think I am a rich kid with Asperger's?" Sherlock stares at him, but it's hard to take him seriously with one eye almost swollen shut and several little band-aids decorating his cheeks and jaw. He looks like a cartoon character whose evil plan horribly backfired.
"Well, it's a very believable lie to anybody who looks at you and hears you talk for the first time." He pauses for a second, knowing that he shouldn't argue with Sherlock Holmes about the exact terms for his personality. "It got me in, didn't it?"
"Fine. I surrender to your petty logic." Sherlock pouts his lips and continues more quietly. "The important thing is that you're here now."
John feels a little tug in his chest at the softly spoken words. He tries to keep his voice calm as he asks: "Really, why's that?"
"Because you have to text our clients for me. I figured out who took the signet ring."