Sherlock story
Deleted Memories, Chapter 82
Warning: post Reichenbach spoilers. Hope you enjoy
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"There is a time to take counsel of your fears, and there is a time to never listen to any fear." ~George S. Patton
Present Day
Sherlock was fully dressed and ready to go an hour before he was due to leave.
"Sherlock, be patient, you know that paperwork takes time. Lestrade said he would be back in an hour. You promised Mycroft that you would wait for Lestrade and not take a cab, and you know that you have to leave in the wheelchair!"
John pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked at the wheelchair, he could feel a Sherlock Holmes is being an arse headache coming on.
"You can wait for the paperwork and sign for me. We can take a cab. Furthermore, we both know I've taken out an IV Lock or two, it's really easy, watch." Sherlock then pushed up his sleeve to where the lock was located on the backside of his hand, and started to loosen the tape.
"Sherlock!" John grabbed his hands to stop the movement before looking with annoyance at Sherlock, "Sherlock, you do want them to release you, and not do a Psychiatric evaluation, don't you."
John glared at Sherlock.
Sherlock glared back saying hotly, "I'm warning you John, if they take much longer and you find me missing, look for me at 221B Baker Street, London, England!"
They both stared each other down in silence. An unexpected yawn from Sherlock broke the staring match.
John signed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sherlock close your eyes for a second. I will see what progress is made."
Sherlock eyes were closed and he had laid back his head on the hospital chair.
John's annoyance left suddenly as he looked at Sherlock. John wondered how Sherlock had the ability to make you want to hug him one minute, and slap him the next. Not that he would do either John clarified to himself.
"Get some sleep Sherlock, I'll go check again," John said and he turned to leave.
"I'm simply closing my eyes and thinking." Sherlock stifled another yawn.
"Sure you are," John said under his breath to himself. "I'll be back, please do not terrorize the staff."
Sherlock said nothing but remained with his eyes closed.
John stopped suddenly.
"Sherlock promise me that you will not sneak out while I'm gone." Sherlock did not answer. John knew that was never a good sign.
"Sherlock." John knew he sounded whiny but could not seem to help it.
"Agreed John," Sherlock sighed quietly in a long-suffering tone.
"John looked at his watch. The new agent has been gone for fifteen minutes, how long does it take anyone to get some coffee, John wondered. John again turned to leave.
A nurse walked in smiling speaking quietly, "Dr Watson there is a phone call for you on one of the lines, a Mycroft Holmes."
"Thank you, I can call from my own phone," John pulled his phone from his pocket.
"Sir, no private phone is allowed to be used on this floor." The nurse raised an eyebrow and frowned.
"Yes of course, sorry." John knew he was not to use a private phone. But, he also knew one little phone call would do no harm. It was the same principle as a phone being used on an airplane. In reality there would have to be twenty people in the same area, on the phone at the same time to have an effect.
John also knew that Sherlock was listening and would never let him hear the end of it if he did not follow the rules.
He looked at Sherlock again. Even though his eyes were closed, there was a slight smirk on his lips. Sherlock apparently found it amusing that John was the one being scolded.
"Lead the way." John plastered a false smile on his face.
They passed a corridor and walked down a long hallway passing the station where all the medical staff sat. They then rounded a corner and went inside of a room.
John frowned as he looked at the nurse. "Sorry sir, the call came in on this line." After a brief smile the nurse was gone, closing the door behind him.
John sat down and put the phone to his ear, "Hello… Mycroft?"
Sherlock heard the door to his room open and close. Sherlock noticed that the pattern was not John's footsteps. "How annoying," Sherlock thought.
The steps advanced toward him and stopped right next to him, by the chair. Sherlock made it a point to ignore the visitor and did not open his eyes.
Sherlock felt a burning sensation in his vein where the IV lock was still present.
Sherlock's eye flew open and he stared at the male nurse. "Sorry sir, the doctor ordered a last dose of medicine. I thought you were asleep and did not want to walk you."
Sherlock's hands immediately went into his pockets. Sherlock eyes blinked rapidly a few times. Sherlock smiled and stood. "I need to tell Doctor Watson a few things," Sherlock said quietly. Sherlock stood and walked toward the closed door to his room.
The nurse watched.
A/N: IV Lock, in some countries it is called a Heparin lock. It is a temporary medical device inserted in a vein close to the skin were intravenous fluids can be connected then disconnected when finished so that patients have more freedom when moving.