[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

Before falling asleep, Claire asked herself, did she look forward to Holmes' return at all?Do you look forward to Watson or the detective?Do you want to open your eyes first to see the doctor or the stereotyped gentleman?

It wasn't until this moment that she fully came up with the answer.

——Perhaps in her heart, she really wanted to see Mr. Detective.

She took a deep breath, and the pain in her neck rose and fell along with this breath, and then the heart-wrenching suffering came to her face:

"Is Mary's matter settled?" She didn't get up from the bed, because she knew that she had lost that kind of strength, "I'm sorry, I can only talk to you lying on the bed with my unkempt hair." She looked at the distant Man, he looked serious, but he didn't answer any of her questions.He just walked towards her, and then on the edge of the bed, he stopped.

He stared intently under the quilt, Claire's looming bandage and the bruises extending from the side of the bandage. These hideous wounds made his chest feel dull.So he stretched out his hand involuntarily:

"I think..." Claire's voice interrupted his movements, "Do you want to hear more about me?"

His fingers were hovering in the air, he was surprised by his impulsiveness just now, maybe at that moment, he really wanted to touch those wounds with his fingertips, as if he was using this feeling to respond to his discomfort , and then let his heart suffer a more terrible flogging.

But what is this feeling?

Holmes closed his eyes deeply for a moment, thinking that perhaps he was so strange because he hadn't slept all night.He shouldn't show such feelings to anyone, because such things can easily make him lose his so-called rationality, thus hindering his judgment.

He didn't say anything more, and when Watson jumped up the stairs to the bedroom door, his eager voice broke the subtle gaze between Clare and Holmes:

"Madam, has Mr. Hudson been here?" asked the doctor hastily, and Holmes took a few steps back to keep a little distance from Clare.But the question Watson asks itself carries a startling content:

"..." So the detective turned around again, even without saying a word, his eyes seemed to be confirming the situation to Claire.

The woman on the bed stared at him motionlessly, frowning slightly, as if telling the detective in front of him how unbearable all this was.

"The wound on your neck..." Watson almost exclaimed. He looked at the bruises in surprise, "What's going on?" He raised his head and asked.

"..." Claire seemed to suffer from aphasia just like the detective.She didn't say a word, even if she shifted her eyes from Watson to Holmes, it was obvious that she seemed more willing to communicate with that detective.

There are some things she can't say, such as everything about last night, White's knowledge is a last resort, if possible, she really doesn't want to say it again, let alone in front of so many people.

Holmes seemed to understand the meaning in her eyes, so he turned to Watson, trying to explain:

"I think doctor, maybe you can go take a shower..."

"..." Watson swiveled his eyes between the woman on the bed and the man in front of him. After realizing something, he finally nodded, "Oh, yes, maybe we should really go to sleep. But ma'am, I want to talk It is the best way to vent, if possible, please tell the person you are willing to tell everything." He looked at Holmes, "About this person, I think you and I know and trust."

"Thank you." Claire finally nodded after listening to his suggestion, thanking this friend for his generous understanding.

When the door of the room was closed again, Holmes finally sat down on the chair in front of Claire's bed. The woman leaned against the head of the bed and looked at him:

"Hudson?" asked Holmes bluntly.

"Yeah." Claire laughed miserably, "It's him, he strangled my neck like this last night." Claire touched the still painful wounds, "It must be very bad here now?" She asked Holmes, while the man before him said nothing.The original surprise has now turned into concrete pain. He seems to have found many different pain sensations from his brain, and finally freezes on the pain of bruising that involves blood vessels:

"It hurts." He said the word lightly, as if unintentionally, but Claire could hear it clearly:

"Yes...it hurts." Claire said, "There is still a place where I was bitten..." She said and covered a place covered by gauze with her hand, and Holmes frowned subconsciously when he heard this sentence eyebrow:

"He's going to kill you?"

"Maybe he can really kill me." Claire said with self-mockery, "but he did something more shameful than killing people." Her eyes moved to the quilt in front of her, "...he pushed me down on the bed." She thought for a long time before explaining vaguely.

"..." Holmes understood the meaning of this sentence, and he couldn't bear to think about it:

"But fortunately, White threatened him with an ax, and then saved me." Claire continued.

Holmes looked at her. He was not very good at comforting people, but he did feel sincere displeasure at what happened to Claire. Deep down, Hudson had become something more heinous than a human being.

"We'll get back all that happened last night, Claire," said Holmes at last, even nodding his head in a sign of determination.

Claire didn't answer him. Perhaps since last night, Claire, who was still swinging between Hudson and Holmes, has been pushed straight to the other camp by her ex-husband.All the doubts turned into reality at that moment. Although the impact of everything was huge, perhaps it is more correct to accept:

"You're right," Claire finally raised her gaze that was still in the same place, "maybe I can make up for the shame of last night sooner or later." When she looked at Holmes, a little tear actually flickered, and said She experienced a painful psychological struggle for these words, so that when she realized that she had to make a clean break with the past and face her own stupidity in the past, her heart was extremely heavy.

There was another period of silence in the room, Claire wiped the corner of her eyes, and when she turned her head to look to the other side, her fingers reflexively moved to her neck.It still hurts there, as if reminding myself of something:

"Sorry, sir, maybe I am not suitable to talk to you now." After she heard her words, the person on the other side also took a deep breath.Then he stood up and looked at her:

"Maybe, you should get some sleep."

"..." She bit her lips tightly and leaned her face into the quilt on her knees, "but I'm a little scared." She said, "I know I shouldn't be like this..." She faced the wall, in the shadows, she said Very helpless.

"I think we must continue with Morstan tonight," replied Holmes.

"...Well, you're right." Claire felt that she shouldn't behave like this, but she didn't even think that one day, she would act so weak in front of this person and still trust him that much.

She thought she must be too tired.

But just when she felt ashamed and even spurned her thoughts, a hand fell on her shoulder:

"You shouldn't blame yourself, it wasn't you who was at fault." His hand didn't move at all, perhaps in a sense, he was also very surprised by his behavior, "Only tonight, Claire, after this , I think I need to find Hudson's tell." This was probably the highest level of comfort he could say.

Claire closed her eyes deeply, and after looking up at Holmes again, she decided to obey his words:

"It might be good to have Miss Morstan to accompany you tonight," Holmes suggested, seeing her lying on the bed. Claire didn't answer him, thinking that at least she must get a good night's sleep before they left the apartment.

The footsteps sounded again, and when the sound stopped at a distance, Claire opened her eyes slightly.She saw Holmes standing in front of the door, looking back at her:

"You who left Hudson from the bottom of your heart, Claire, happiness will definitely be with you."

After saying this, he finally left the room.

Claire closed her eyes, and when she gradually fell into a dream, she would still think of the detective's words with human touch.

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Woke up to the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Perhaps it was because the fear of last night had been implanted deep in her spirit that she was still in a cold sweat even when she heard the deliberate soft sound of going upstairs.

There seemed to be a small exclamation in the living room. She didn't know who had come, but she was sure that Holmes had not left here.So worry did not arise, and she thought it must be Holmes' guest.

But soon, the group of people seemed to be walking towards her. Before Claire could think clearly, she heard the half-covered bedroom door being gently knocked, and they didn't leave until she said "please come in". Come in.

"Oh my god! Claire!!" A woman's voice was heard in front of her. She reached out to cover her lips. Under the dark coat, her fair face was already filled with surprise and worry:

"Mary..." Claire was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Holmes to really let her come here.

"What's the matter?" She immediately walked to her bed, and when she saw the sudden bandage, she couldn't help but frowned, "I never thought that you would encounter such a horrible thing!" She said , "Last night I thought I was the most unfortunate person in the world, but I didn't expect that my good friend, you have suffered a hundred times more horrible things than me!"

"...Mary." Claire felt sincerely comforted by her comfort, and the expression of anxiety that had always been on her face gradually relaxed a little.

And when she looked up at the door, she found a faint smile on the thin face of the man in the dark gray suit who was looking at her.

The author has something to say: Such a gentle old man is absolutely unscientific! ! !Well, let him be gentle and save the hero's face_(:3」∠)_

Participating in CP in Shanghai on the weekend, I guess it will be quite far next time, it might be more scientific to come to the stall to remind me, eh!

alo threw a mine

Thank you Bawang Ticket~