Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 80
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter."~ Winston Churchill
Present Day
Sherlock was not happy. Lestrade and he were both taken to the hospital. However, Lestrade was treated then released after only a few hours. They treated Sherlock for minor scrapes and bruises and a slight twist to the ankle. They had to re-wrapped his ribs; then insisted that he stay overnight for observations due to his recent injuries and loss of consciousness. Apparently, he had also managed to become dehydrated.
He was given intravenous fluids for dehydration. Sherlock had been particularly unhappy about that fact.
No, Sherlock Holmes was not happy and did not mind letting everyone know it.
As John walked, he thought about how much Sherlock hated hospitals. John had only pressed him once for an explanation. At first Sherlock was quiet and John believed that he would not receive an answer. Then quietly and simply Sherlock had replied that, "hospitals held bad memories." John never asked again.
John stayed with Sherlock to help him avoid boredom but left early in the morning to both get sleep and complete a mission.
John rounded the corner to Sherlock's room and heard raised voices talking.
"Madam, don't say that I did not warn you," A voice that sounded very much like Sherlock said.
A slamming sound was heard.
John quickened his pace.
As he came into Sherlock's room, John saw colored streaks of food slowly sliding down the wall opposite Sherlock's bed. It reminded him of a child's finger painting.
"Mr. Holmes, I think you've just given me an excuse to use restraints," A matronly looking large nurse said between gritted teeth, as she got right in Sherlock's face.
"I'll like to see you try," Sherlock growled back dangerously.
"Alright, alright what's going on?" John asked.
The nurse notice John for the first time, she growled then stepped back, trying to regain some professional composure before speaking.
"Mr. Holmes is being impossible," She snarled.
"I'm sure we can straighten this out, give us a moment please," John said soothingly with a smile.
"I'll be back, Mr. Holmes," the nurse glared.
"Maybe you should pop home instead; you may be able to catch him in the act this time." Sherlock replies sweetly.
She took a step toward Sherlock growling. John stepped in-between quickly holding up a hand and spoke.
"Thank you, and a lovely job you're doing. Again I need a second," John tried to diffuse the situation with a false smile.
The nurse glared one last time then left.
John sighed once the door was closed and turned his eyes on Sherlock not saying a word only folding his arms and glaring at Sherlock.
Sherlock tried to hide his smirk when John looked at him and instead looked straight ahead.
"Sherlock you're not fooling anyone you're not sorry one bit." John informed Sherlock.
"Well she started it; I told her I was not going to eat that laboratory experiment that they call a lunch!" Sherlock folded his arms now too, while grimacing slightly.
"What did you do?" John asked resigned.
"I thought you were more intelligent than that John, you see the walls," Sherlock replied sarcastically.
"You know what I mean," John said as he advanced closer, frowning.
Sherlock said nothing but his hands played with the corner of the bed linen.
"Sherlock!" John lost patience.
"Well I may have mentioned that the reason she was so insistent that I eat lunch is because she has the need to control someone since she has no control over her husband," Sherlock cleared his throat while avoiding John's eyes.
"And…," John asked.
Brief silence
"And…," John became more annoyed.
"And I may have suggested that she secretly wanted to not stop his affair but have a sexual liaison, a rendez-vous sexuel, with both her husband, and her husband's lover at the same time, thus her frustration." Sherlock looked at the opposite wall now.
John bit his lips to keep from laughing but a chuckle slipped out, John tried to cover it with a cough.
Sherlock turned quickly to John, while he eyed him with suspicion.
"Sherlock, we've had this discussion, you're supposed to play nicely with the other children. You can't go around saying things like that," John said trying to sound serious.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows and started to speak, but John held up one hand.
"Even if it's true Sherlock!" John finished.
"Well maybe it was a bit not good, but I'm bored and she was rude," Sherlock state dramatically.
"She threatened to give me an enema out of spite. She's the one who needs an enema!"
Sherlock glared toward the door.
"Alrighty then," John's eyes widened as he thought to himself, "A little too much information there."
John walked over to the seat and sat putting a package on the hospital table.
Sherlock followed John's movement and seemed relieved that his scolding was over.
"Where were you John?" Sherlock asked with narrowed eyes and a slight pout.
"Missed me?" John asked as he opened the top of his package.
"Not even a little."
"I missed you too," John said nonplussed, as he smelled his package.
Sherlock's nose alerted him as he turned to John and eyed the package.
"So… what do you have there?" Sherlock asked causally.
"Oh nothing you'll be interested in. It's the reason for me leaving in fact. Mrs. Hudson insisted that I bring you something. I tried to tell her that you weren't interested, but you know how she can be." John smiled, as he smelled the package again.
"And that would be?" Sherlock asked trying and failing to sound uninterested.
"Oh don't bother. I'll just have a little lunch if you don't mind. I'll put yours in the garbage. Don't worry, I'll tell her that you ate."
John made a motion as though he would get up.
"John wait… it would be impolite to not at least take a spoonful… she did go to all that trouble after all." Sherlock eyed the bag.
"If you're sure…"
"Of course, of course." Sherlock sighed long-sufferingly.
"Alright mate," John said as he very slowly opened the package completely, and very slowly handed the soup to Sherlock. John may have taken a bit longer than necessary to find the spoons as well.
John thought he heard Sherlock's drool hit the sheets, but of course, he could have been imagining things.
"Here we go, sorry about that," John said quite insincerely as he finally put the spoon down alongside the soup in front of Sherlock.
Sherlock smiled but covered it with a serious look when he noticed John looking.
"I do know how to eat soup John unless you'll like to spoon feed me."
"Oh sorry mate," John returned to his own chair and his own soup. John smiled; Sherlock was so predictable.
A/N: ** rendez-vous sexuel is French for sexual tryst.**