"Remember what Sherlock told you. You don't need to fall. So shock what calms you down?"
"No idea."
"There must be something!"
"Err…. The lake that I'm at."
"Okay think this, you're sitting beside the lake on a perfect summers day. You are skimming stones across the lake as your mum unpacks a picnic. It's your favourite sandwiches; ham, turkey, brown sauce, white bread and crisps. She's also unpacking cans of ginger beer. Life is perfect."
I picture the scene my heart calms down I didn't even know it was racing so fast.
"Now what was next?"
"John it was pain."
Then it hits me. Not the bullet that was ages ago, do keep up. The pain. And it hurt.
I start screaming. It hurts so much.
"Help! Please help me! Sherlock! DAD! Please!"
Someone's stroking my hair. I relax. "Dad?"
"It's me Clementine; I'm here, you're in a hospital."
"Now it really hurts."
Sherlock fiddles with something. My pain is numbed.
"Thanks."
I look around the room there are 73 bouquets of flowers in the room.
"Dad?"
"What is it?"
"Why are there so many flowers?"
"Let's just say someone alerted the press when they heard a 5-year-old was shot."
"Right. What happened to Moriarty?"
"When I went back he was gone; I think he called one of his employees to get him to safety." At this I cringe.
"Why did you shoot him?"
"I don't want a therapist."
"Well you're getting one any way."
"I will not co-operate!"
"Talk to me or I get you a therapist."
"I shot one of the evillest men in the world and you're asking me why."
"Yes."
Sherlock is starting to annoy me now. He doesn't need to know.
"You don't need to know alright. Back off."
"One therapist coming up."
I hate therapists. I decide to fall asleep. He can't annoy me when I'm in the land of nod.
"Don't think sleeping will stop me from calling the therapist."
I will not talk to anyone.
"All I did was shoot and get shot."
"Also Mycroft is going to come to talk to you when I'm not here. When he starts to annoy you turn up your morphine. If that doesn't work, then call the nurse and tell them he's annoying you."
"He always annoys me."
"Me too."
"You can go now. Let me get some rest."
Sherlock leaves and I sleep.
It's a few hours before pain stabs me all over. I cry out.
When I open my eyes I see Mycroft sitting there.
"Hello Clementine."
"Let's just make this quick."
"Really. So very rude."
"So is turning someone's morphine down and waking them up."
"Very well. Why did you shoot Moriarty?"
"When Sherlock said therapist I thought it wold be someone less annoying."
"Very funny, I am not the therapist. You see."
"Yes, no one would hire you to listen to people's problems."
"Remind me to keep you off drugs."
"Will do."
"Clementine, this will go far easier if you tell me."
"Why do you care?"
"I occupy a minor position in the British government who have caught word of this and are interested."
"Then you should be asking if I did it and not why."
"Okay, did you?"
"Yes, I did. You can go now."
When he doesn't leave it looks like he needs prompting.
"Bye."
"It looks like you really do need a therapist." That does it.
"And it looks like you need to stick to your diet."
"Watch it Clementine. Do you know what happened because of your actions?"
"Yeah duh, I got shot."
"No, your school was burned to the ground."
No.
"How many people died?"
"Everyone apart from a girl called Ashly Smith she is missing, believed to be kidnapped."
No. It had to be her.
"Ash has been kidnapped?"
"You knew her?"
"She was the only person who ever tried to be kind to me. I need to help her."
I struggle to get up. When Mycroft pushes me down I scowl.
"Let go of me!"
"You are in no condition to go cantering off on a whim."
"But I need to help her!"
"No you don't and won't."
"I do and I will."
Mycroft gives me a stern look.
"Fine!"
I will go after her anyway.