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When Mycroft leaves I stand up and try to walk. Pain surges through me. I stifle a scream.

How could I run if I can barely stand?

I lift my shirt. My wound is bleeding again.

"OW!"

I drop my shirt and go back to bed.

I try to sleep.

When I wake I see John and two other people.

"Hi John, is this Mary?"

"Yep and this is my daughter, Jenny." Wait John has a daughter?

"You never told me you had a daughter."

At this Jenny buts in," wait. Dad you forgot to mention me? We're the same age!"

"Well I'm Clementine or Charlotte, or Sherlock but that last one might get confusing."

"Clearly."

I like her.

"What school do you go to?"

"Burnadle primary. You?"

"Sherlock home schools me, but he's just giving me work that I know how to do."

"Huh…"

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"What hospital am I in?"

"Saint Bart's why?"

"Just need to know." I am lying through my teeth; I'm making lists of ways to escape. But there is the whole thing that I'm a five-year-old.

"Wait Clementine! Are you bleeding?"

"Oh, yeah forgot about that."

"I will never understand Holmeses. Okay, if you're bleeding then you call the nurse."

"Why? It only hurts when I stand."

John's face turns in surprise," really. Clementine you're not meant to try to stand."

"Well no one told me that did they?"

"You should have known not to. No wonder you're bleeding."

I laugh nervously. Whoops. John face palms.

I press the little button.

"Well we should go now. Bye Clementine."

"Bye!"

The nurse runs in.

"Yes Miss. Holmes?"

"Well I tried to stand up and my wound started bleeding."

"Ah…Kids these days well let's get you fixed up."

Getting shot hurts, so does the aftermath.

"Err… Can I have my clothes?"

"Well you're wearing your jeans but your top is bloody and has a whole in it."

"Oh okay."

"Well if you want I can call your dad and get you a shirt?"

"Yes, please if that's alright." I can't go wondering around London in a hospital top. No too many questions.

When Sherlock arrives I hug him but he just smiles awkwardly and hands me my top.

When I was bored I learned how to read faces so I can quickly translate. He's uncomfortable. There I was thinking he was okay with me.

"Sherlock what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"In my spare time I would learn face reading, you're uncomfortable."

"I'm fine!"

He's like a completely different person.

I remember a move from judo class meant to knock a man unconscious.

"Sorry about this Sherlock but I need to find Ash. Blame it on Mycroft." I prepare to do the move.

"Blame what on Mycroft?"

And sleepy time.

"Sorry Sherlock but I am always loyal to my friends. ``

I put my shirt on and quarter lift three quarter drag Sherlock onto the bed.

I get his wallet, phone and I leave a note for Sherlock.

Dear Sherlock,

I'm sorry for knocking you out with judo, taking your wallet and your phone. Moriarty has Ash. Like I said blame Mycroft; he's the one who told me. Nothing will stop me and you clearly think I'm a psycho so you won't help. Don't even bother to contact the police there all idiots. You'll never find me unless I want to be found. Every now and then I'll leave a sign to let you know I'm alive not sure why you care though.

Bye, CCSH

I leave.

I tag around a family that are leaving the hospital. Then I just walk out. I cheek Sherlock's phone number. With a start I realise that the family I'm following are the Watsons. I take a slip of paper and write the number down. Then I 'accidentally' bump into Jenny.

I slip the paper in her pocket.

I mumble, "oh, sorry."

Jenny realises it's me but I hush her and leave. No questions asked.

Now to find Ash.

I will not stop until I do.