Sherlock slowly opened his eyes. He was rather numb, and confused. He soon realised he was in a hospital. He hates hospitals, rather bad memories tied him to them. He tried to remember what happened but wasn't so sure. So much happened, everything was a mess to be honest. He felt sick, and a little dizzy, and something else he couldn't register. Probably because it wasn't his body's well-being, rather his mind.

-Sherlock?- someone called him. He looked at the direction of the sound, although he knew the voice too well not to recognise it instantly.

John starred at him worrying, sitting in a chair next to the bed Sherlock was lying in. John looked tired, his hair was a mess, his eyes sunken.

-John. What happened?- Sherlock asked. His voice cracked, he noticed. He cleared his throat.

-We found you overdosed, Sherlock! You could have died. In a matter of fact you did. -John looked angry, he doesn't realised he was holding his hands in a fist. - I can't belive you did that. I know dealing with this all must be hard as hell, but turning to drugs? You're better then that, Sherlock. - he looked rather sad now.

Sherlock looked away. It wasn't on purpose. He knew sign language well. He felt ashame. But why?

He remembered though. His talk with his sister. He was tired, and couldn't handle stress well. He wasn't really thinking when he went to the warehouse for drugs. His legs were moving, but his mind wasn't really there. "How weak" he thought about himself.

He wanted to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He hated to feel weak.

-I want to go home- he said.

-They gonna keep you in a few days. And maybe it's better this way. You should rest a little, the world's not gonna blow itself if you stay a few days.- John said.- But don't change the subject. Mycroft informed me about the events that happened earlier. The "miss me" message, you, having a talk with Eurus. I can't belive you left me out of this. I realise you do need privacy now, but if Moriarty's back-

-He's not back!- Sherlock said, little louder then he wanted. -I freaking saw him kill himself, his head was closer to mine than yours is right now.

-Alright, it's not him then, but whoever it is could be dangerous, and I don't know if you remember, but the "bad guys" usually have a habbit of attacking your close one, Sherlock. I have a daughter I have to look after.

-It's not like I don't know that!- Sherlock was shouting now. - I went to talk with Eurus to find out more, and to protect you and everyone else I know!

-Sherlock..- John said calmly.- I know that, I just feel a little betrayed, I thought you trust me by now, telling me important events like this one.

-I trust you..- Sherlock said quietly.

-Sometimes you should show any form of that. - John sighted.

Suddenly the door to Sherlock's room opened and a man in an elegant suit with a black umbrella in his hand stepped in.

-Awake already? -Myroft asked with a fake smile.

-Oh amazing, I really missed a family reunion right now-Sherlocked answered annoyed.

-Sherlock! - John said annoyed. - Mycroft helped to find you, you should be a little nicer.

Mycroft lift one of his hand up.

-It's okay, Dr. Watson. My brother always had.. difficulties to express his love for me - he smiled clearly enjoying the situation.

-My WHAT? - Sherlock shouted. John rolled his eyed, clearly not impressed.

-Although he always manages to impress his desire for narcotics, right brother mine?

-Don't you have a country to run? - Sherlock asked annoyed

-Funny as always. - Mycroft added.

-Please.- John interrupted. -Could we sort this out like normal adults do?

The brothers looked at him angry, but stayed quiet for a while.

-Why are you here? Do you wish to keep a talk about my action? A lecture?- Sherlock asked Mycroft.

-Oh no, I'm sure Dr. Watson already did that. -Mycroft smiled. - Im here to make sure my brother's safe.- He said.

Sherlock looked at him.

Mycroft looked back.

They stared at each other.

They did this for a few seconds, then Mycroft looked away.

-And I'm here to gather information. - he said annoyed. Sherlock smiled at him for a moment victoriously. John sighted.

-What information? - Sherlock asked.

-The cameras at the clinic could record footage, although no sound. I was suprised to watch it. Our sister.. Managed to fool me with her trick, and she made me belive she wasn't aware of her surroundings.

-She was rather aware - Sherlock noticed quietly.

-I would like to know what was the discussion about.- Mycroft said.

Sherlock remained silent. John noticed the change.

-Maybe um, we should let him rest now. And talk about this when he's better. -he said. Although he wanted to know the answer too, but he knew Sherlock would have difficulties talking about it. And he belived he could make Sherlock talk easier if Mycroft's not around

-No, I belive we should discuss this soon as possible- Mycroft said. They both looked at Sherlock.

- She's still planning something - Sherlock said quietly. - The miss me message is indeed a part of her plan. She said she met Moriarty before I did. But that doesn't change the fact that his dead, just to make it clear.

-Before us? - John asked unbelivedly

-Intresting. I should look into this. If they knew eachother, the whole scene at the pool could have been scripted by the two of them - Mycroft said.

-I don't think so. - Sherlock thought. - Moriarty enjoyed what he did, he did everything for amusment. The worst kind of devil, I guess - he smiled sadly. - But Eurus.. She does everything out of curiosity. To test human reactions, feelings. The method they use are different.

-She want us to belive Moriarty's back, but why?- John asked.

-Maybe to fear her even more - Sherlock answered.

-But the real quetion is- Mycroft said- whether the danger is real or not.

They all remained silent.

-Is that all she said? -Mycroft asked.

Sherlock tensed up, avoiding eye contact, so his brother could not read him.

-Sherlock- Mycroft said as softly as he could- I saw the end of the record. I knew how it ended. What else did she said?-

No answer from Sherlock.

-Wait, what happened? -John asked Mycroft.

-She must have said something that made my brother... well, emotionally unstable. - Mycroft answered not looking at John, but Sherlock. -Which led him to overdose.

-Oh.- that's all that John could said.

-She mentioned some information about.. the death of Victor Trevor. - Sherlock said quietly.

Mycroft cleared his throat and looked away.

- Whatever she said, was for to make you unstable. Like the phone call with Molly Hooper. -Mycroft said.- Sherlock. Don't let her get what she wants. - he said with a soft voice.

Sherlock nodded.

-Please make sure I get out of this prison called hospital as soon as I can. - Sherlock said to his brother.

-Already talked with the doctor. - he answered. - But don't make me regret.

Mycroft started to walk out of the room but stopped at the doorframe.

-Oh and Sherlock, just to make sure: no more drugs. If it happens that I find you in this condition again, I might make the steps I have to in order to save you, again. - he said.

-I don't need to be saved - he answered angrily.

-Whatever you say, brother mine- he smiled sadly, then left, leaving the man behind.