So so sorry for the lack of updates. It is summer time and I have stuff to do in the summer. I'm usually out swimming with my kid. My daughter starts bible school Monday so I'll have some extra time to write.
Isabell put the phone down and cleaned the tears from face. It had hurt her so much to make that phone call. Her parents claimed they were fixing things. She hoped so. She never wanted to see them fight again. She wanted a happy family.
Part of her couldn't help but feel she was the one to blame. Most of the time when they were fighting she heard her name. Yet her parents never yelled at her. They were always very nice and patience with her.
"Izzy!" Came Irene's voice.
Oh no! She forgot about Irene. How long was she on the phone? Man, she was in trouble if she found out about the phone call.
Irene appeared at the door to the kitchen holding Wisteria. She had confused look on her face. She had left the child watching the telly.
"What are you doing in here honey?" Irene asked.
Isabell didn't want to admit she was on the phone. She didn't want to get in trouble with this woman or her Uncle. Her eyes quickly darted around the kitchen. She spotted a tray of shrimp on the counter near the phone. She wasn't really sure what they were but they looked good.
"I wanted to try those," she said pointing at the plate. "I'm hungry."
"Oh," she said smiling. "Sure. Mycroft didn't say anything about not being to have the them. I'll get you a plate."
She put little Wisteria down. The child held onto the wall as she walked along. Irene got a plate down and put a few pieces of the shrimp on it.
Isabell took the plate and sat down at the table. She started eating them. They taste really good. She didn't understand why her parents had never given them to her. Dad was a pretty good cook. The only thing Papa could make was soup. She would have to ask him about cooking them sometime.
Wisteria took a few steps away from the wall and clung to the chair Isabell was sitting in. She could walk on her own but didn't like to.
Suddenly Isabell felt as if she couldn't breath. It felt as if there was a hand around you neck.
"Isabell?" Irene asked touching her shoulder. "Are you OK honey?"
"I..." she said trying to draw in a breath. "...can't...can't..."
Irene's mind went into a panic. The child couldn't breath. Mycroft hadn't told her she was allergic to shell fish. Maybe he hadn't known. She knew she had to call for help.
She picked up the phone and dialed emergency. Wisteria was crying.
"Emergency," a woman said. "What is your form of emergency?"
"I'm babysitting," Irene said. "The girl is four years old and she ate shellfish. I think she is having a reaction."
Irene quickly ran off her address. She knew as soon as Isabell got to the hospital they'd figure out who she was. She didn't care. She couldn't deny the child treatment. That would be horrible.
She picked Isabell up in her arms. The child was shaking and trembling. Irene took her out of the house. She wanted to get the child in the fresh air.
"Come on Wisteria," Irene said opening the front door.
It took the little one a while to follow after them but she did. Irene laid her out on the grass and started to give her mouth to mouth. If this child died in her care she would never forgive herself.
They were up almost at the house the call came from when Lestrade got a call. Isabell was taken to the hospital and Wisteria was there with her. Even though neither partner said anything during the ride they were worried to death.
Sherlock and John ran into the waiting room. There was already a security guard sitting with Wisteria in the waiting room.
"We have the woman sitting in a locked room," the guard said. "I'll get a nurse in here to tell you what is going on with your other daughter."
He got up and handed Wisteria to John. She let out a loud cry and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oh baby," John said holding his daughter. "I missed you so much. I thought I'd never see you again."
The guard walked into another room and came back with a nurse. Sherlock's heart was in his throat as the nurse walked up to them.
"Hello," she said. "She had an allergic reaction to shell fish. We had to rush her into surgery. We had to open up the passages in her lungs. She'll be out of that soon. It looks like she'll be alright but we won't know until the surgery is over. All we can do is pray for her."
"Oh my god," Sherlock said sitting down in one of the chairs.
"Papa!" Wisteria said holding her arms out.
Sherlock smiled taking his youngest into her arms. The girl smiled and held onto him. Sherlock kissed the top of her head.
"I'm going to go talk to Irene," Lestrade said. "I'm going to want to talk to Isabell when she is recovered."
When she is recovered? Sherlock hoped that Isabell would be OK. She had to be OK. If his oldest died he didn't know how he would carry on.
John actually wanted to talk to Sherlock about Irene. They hadn't had a chance yet. He wanted to know how Irene was alive. Mycroft had told him she was dead. Of course John had lied to Sherlock about what happened to her. How had she lived? It seemed Sherlock already knew she was still alive when he mentioned her.
He felt a pang in his heart. Sherlock had known she alive. At one point John thought that perhaps he had feelings for her. Sherlock never talked about the period of time that he was gone from John's life. What if something had happened between them?
That was before they were a couple so the it shouldn't have bothered him. Yet, it did. Sherlock had promised him he was a virgin.
He knew then was not the right time.
"I know what you're thinking about," Sherlock said frowning. "Yes I knew Irene was still alive. I saved her life years ago. She went into hiding."
"You don't have to talk about this now," John said. "We can wait."
"No," his husband said softly. "I need you to know this. I never touched her. I haven't seen her since I saved her. I want you to know that. I hope you believe me."
"I believe you," John said. "You don't have any reason to lie about it. Don't worry about. Think about Isabell. She is our man concern right now."
Lestrade and the security guard walked off down another hallway.
What if she had died?" Sherlock asked. "She could have died from a reaction like that. She would have died thinking all our fighting was her fought. It sounded like she had her mind made up about when we talked on the phone."
"Don't think like that," John said. "She is going to be fine. We are going to fine."
"Papa," Wisteria said looking up at him. "Cracker...cracker...papa."
"Are you hungry?" John asked taking the baby.
"Cracker," she said whimpering.
"I'll take her to cafeteria," John said standing up with the baby. "Come and get me if there is any news."
Sherlock simply nodded as his husband and child walked away. He put his head in his hands. The whole situation was killing him. His little girl was in getting surgery. He wasn't sure how long he waited there.
"Sherlock," Lestrade said walking over to him. "Are you OK? You hear about Isabell yet?"
"No," Sherlock said shaking his head. "No is the answer to both those questions."
"Look," Greg said sitting down next to her. "Irene won't say a word. She seems worried."
"She isn't a bad person," Sherlock said. "I think she was forced to do this."
"Look Sherlock," Lestrade said in a soft voice. "I don't know what is going on your head but I have a good idea. I know things were tense between your mother and you when Izzy was adopted. I always knew you and John just didn't just decide to adopt."
"You're smarter than I thought," Sherlock said with a chuckle.
"When I first saw you and John together that night during the taxi driver killings I knew there was something special between you two," Greg said. "Some people are meant to be together. Look, I'm just saying that I want you to be happy. I've known you a long time and I've never really seen you happy. You're happy with John."
Sherlock couldn't think of something to say back. He didn't have to wait in silence long before a nurse called him.
"Mr. Holmes," she said holding up a chart. "Isabell is going to be fine. She pulled through the surgery just fine. She needs to rest a little while. She is going to be sore."
"Can I see her?" Sherlock asked.
"In half an hour or so." she said smiling. "She has been through a rough time. She needs a lot of rest."
Sherlock got out his phone and sent a text.
Isabell is going to be OK. We can see her soon
S.H
"I want to talk to Irene," The consulting detective said getting to his feet. "I want to tell her Isabell is going to be OK. I'm sure she is worried about her."
Lestrade seemed a bit surprised by that. He didn't think Sherlock would want to talk to her so soon. He simply nodded and led Sherlock towards the room.