Chapter Seventy Four

I awoke in the hospital wing.

Sherlock and John were talking.

"This is bad, Sherlock," John was saying. "What are we going to do?"

"Well, she's not stepping down," Sherlock said. "She's not the type of person to stop. And we need her, as well. We need her where she is."

John snorted. "Not like you to admit that about a person."

Sherlock said quietly. "Well, she's not exactly normal, now is she?"

I cleared my throat. They turned to me. "Well, thanks Sherlock." I said, slightly sarcastic. Then again, I didn't know if what he said was a compliment or not. I would usually take it as a compliment, but I just passed out on the battlefield. I wasn't exactly in a normal mood.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I asked, getting straight to the point. "And don't skirt around the answer. Tell me."

John fumbled. "Well, uh…It seems…that..."

"You're anorexic," Sherlock said, cutting in, because John obviously wasn't getting to the point anytime soon.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You. Are. Anorexic," he said.

"Look who's talking," I said, raising my eyebrows. "But…I'm not anorexic. I would have known."

"That not exactly true," John said. "Some people who have anorexia don't know it."

"Yes, but you know me," I said. "I would have known. Look, I have mental disorders. I know that. I have everything from anxiety to depression. I'm also pretty sure that I'm bipolar, though I haven't been diagnosed. But I don't have anorexia!"

"If this gets out," John said, ignoring what I said. "Then there will be a large chance that you will be asked to step down."

"You're kidding me," I said, even thought I knew that they weren't. "This is fucking ridiculous!"

"It doesn't matter," Sherlock said. "You need to be prepared for it."

"I'm not stepping down," I said.

"I know that," he said. "But…we need to make some changes." He turned to John. "Will you give us a moment, please."

John looked back in forth between us. He licked his lips. "Alright," he said, walking out of the room.

"Rissa," Sherlock said, sitting in a chair right next to the bed. "I…I care for you. Deeply. You are the first person…that I ever…felt something for."

I held up my hand. "Sherlock. Stop." I realized how hard this could be for him. "I know what you mean. I will try to eat more if you do as well."

He gave a nod, happy that he didn't have to try to bare his soul. I think that I underestimated how much of a...crush he had when we were young. "Alright. I will make sure that you are eating right if you do the same for me. We will monitor each other's daily intake."

He held out his hand.

And we shook.

...

*Evil laugh*. Surprise! Rissa's anorexic! I've been waiting for this moment from the start. The part where I surprise you all! Actually, it's not that big of a shock, I mean Isabelle being evil could be a bigger shock. But, anyway, this is one of the things that I planned from the start. Then again, I planned lots of things from the beginning...anyway, surprise! Yeah. Don't know when the next chapter comes up, because I need to do some more planning first. We'll see what happens.

Here we go.