[Sherlock Holmes] The Rose and the Thorn

It was late when White invited the doctor.

Watson had established a relationship with Morstan not long ago, and they got along so well that he had already started thinking about buying a house, and he often couldn't go home.

Therefore, it was Claire who carried Holmes to the bed. She looked at the person on the bed panting, and while she was anxiously waiting for the doctor to come, she had to cover him with a thick quilt and put a cool towel on him.Her heart was pounding, and Claire had never seen such a vigorous person get sick.He is very good at boxing, and she often thought that people with good athletic ability would be hard to get sick, but she didn't want him to suffer from such a severe high fever the day she came back from outside.

Claire waited anxiously in the room for the doctor's arrival. It turned out that she didn't have to do this, and Watson would take care of his health.But not now, he needs to be busy with his own life, and no one in this house wants to hold Watson back.So even if Holmes had fallen, he didn't want to alarm his friend because of this reason.

Another elderly Dr. Brown nearby finally came to this house under the guidance of White. After he used the receiver to listen to the person on the bed, he finally sucked the prepared reagent into the injection syringe he carried with him. Inside.With his glasses-wearing eyes, he carefully aimed the needle barrel at the bright light in the room. When some medicine leaked out from the needle tip, Claire's heart trembled for some reason.Dr. Brown calmly stabbed the needle point at Holmes's bare and pale arm. White, who was afraid of the injection, finally stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, while I frowned and reluctantly looked at the needle. .

Not long after, when all the medicine in the syringe was injected, Dr. Brown pulled out the needle and put it away, and wiped his bald forehead with a handkerchief.After turning his eyes to Clare, he asked the woman to give Holmes more water.He would give White the medicine, and tell her to do it right away.The hostess nodded, and when everything was over, she took a long breath and sat on the sofa, looking at the person on the bed.

White followed the old doctor downstairs, and there were only the two of them in the room now.Claire thought that he must be delirious because of the fever, but she didn't want the sound of the two footsteps to reach the bottom of the building when Holmes on the bed suddenly called out the name of the person on the sofa:

"Claire."

"..." The woman was taken aback, stood up from the sofa and walked towards him immediately, "What? Didn't you fall asleep?"

"Get something from the drawer by the fireplace for me." His voice was very weak, and it was completely different from the tough attitude he had when he was arguing just now, and this finally made the woman soften her heart a little:

"You should not do other things now. You should lie on the bed and sleep. Dr. Brown just gave you an injection, and you will recover soon." After Claire explained, Holmes did not give up:

"It's a potion, take it for me." He said.

"...Pharmaceutical?" The woman asked suspiciously, but the detective on the bed just stretched out his hand to cover his hot forehead:

"My head hurts so bad I can't think. It feels bad and I need cocaine to numb the pain."

"Coca..." Claire was stunned for a moment. Even in the previous world, she knew that this kind of thing was classified as a drug. Although it is much inferior to modern drugs, it is a stimulant after all. If you take too much Always bad.So she asked him at once angrily, "Are you mad, Holmes?"

The person on the bed didn't make a sound, his hand pressed his temple.After a while, he spoke again:

"It's impossible."

"..."

"When there were no cases to deal with, many things would make me even more depressed." He said suddenly, "And now it's even worse. My will has been defeated by the virus, and my mind is full of those annoying things." He said Covering her eyes with her palms, Claire stood by the bed and pondered what he said, but until now, she hadn't seen his expression clearly.

"Are you... afraid?" Inexplicably feeling like this, Claire asked tentatively, but he just gasped and said nothing because of exhaustion. "Perhaps Watson will... move out of here soon?"

Probably because of the trouble in his heart, the man suddenly stopped talking, he just covered his eyes, and from the position where the tiger's mouth was exposed, Claire could see his slightly frowning brows.She let out a sigh of relief, she didn't expect him to be so childish, she thought he wouldn't have any close friends, but found that whether it was my brother eight years ago or the good old Watson eight years later, they were all very important to him friend.And he would feel sad because of them.But in the next second, his words disrupted Claire's thoughts:

"And you, Claire."

"Huh?" Claire asked back, she wondered if she heard it wrong, but when she went to look at him again, the man's hand had already been loosened, and his closed eyes proved that he had fallen into a deep sleep.But she was slightly stunned, biting her lip and thinking about the weight of his words.

After White brought up the medicine and took it for him, Claire finally sat down on the sofa in front of the window.The maid asked her if she wanted to take care of her, but after a few days of absence, White had grown a lot.Whether it was her reaction when Oswald suddenly appeared in this apartment last time, or calling for a doctor immediately this time, she did a good job.Under the restraint of Claire's j□j and this legendary gentleman, it may be difficult not to grow up.So the hostess shook her head with some relief:

"No, you go and prepare dinner. Mr. Holmes should be taken care of by me." The servant nodded clearly. When everything was settled, Claire finally fell asleep listening to the familiar sound of the pendulum in the room.

In fact, she was very tired, and she had just come back from outside and encountered such a thing, but she didn't sleep very well this time.On the one hand, she was worried about her brother's whereabouts, and on the other hand, she was accidentally involved in the spell of Holmes' words before going to bed.

What frightened him was himself?

So not long after, she woke up anyway.It was almost dark, Claire moved all over and wanted to wake up quickly, but found that she was covered with a blanket that had just been put on the quilt for Holmes.After a slight pause, she immediately reached out and lifted the blanket, stood up and walked straight to the bed.

The quilt was opened, and the person was no longer on it, but in the corner of my eyes, there seemed to be a person standing by the fireplace in the living room outside the door.She immediately turned her head to look over there, only to find that the thin gentleman was holding a delicate syringe lightly.He was concentrating on injecting into his arm, motionless.

Feeling like an explosion in her heart, Claire immediately walked towards him:

"Mr. Holmes!" she shouted, "are you really injecting cocaine?" He didn't care, and when he pulled out the needle, he let out a breath, "You know this thing will slowly eat away at you. What's more, your high fever has just been relieved, what should you do if it gets serious again?"

He didn't answer any of Claire's questions, but carefully packed the thing and put it in the drawer.And she walked to the man's side angrily, and the drawer that had just been closed by him was quickly opened by the woman.She reached out and took out the small box, and then looked at the man in front of her with eyes that seemed to strangle him:

"I'll throw it for you."

"..." And the detective just looked at her, as if he hadn't reacted yet.But soon, he still shrugged his shoulders towards Claire, walked to the sofa with a smile, "You know, doing this is just forcing me to buy another set."

"..." Claire frowned, before she walked up to Holmes, "Sir, don't you think you're being too selfish?"

"Really?" he asked back, his tone is always contemptuous.

"You're doing things that worry me because I'm scared." Claire remembered that sentence, and now, it made her uncomfortable to see him subjecting her body to unwarranted injuries.

He didn't speak, and seemed a little surprised that a woman would say such a thing.Seeing that he finally calmed down, Claire took a deep breath and bent slightly in front of his sofa.She admitted that maybe that sentence really touched her, which made her say the following:

"I swear to you, I will never do anything that will put me in danger again." She looked at the detective's gray eyes, which were rendered by the goose-yellow light in the living room. With a touch of warmth.Claire raised the corner of her lower lip slightly, staring at the man in front of her, and continued for a long time before continuing, "So please don't hurt yourself any more."

He seemed to be inexplicably stunned for a second because of the woman's words, and looked at her for a long time before he pretended to be calm and moved his eyes away from the woman:

"You think too much, Claire, why should I listen to you?"

"Because I'm your landlord, sir." Claire straightened up suddenly, and his attitude displeased her, so she got into a fight with his temper inexplicably, "So if you still shoot casually in my house , bring in some prohibited drugs, then I can only drive you out of here."

"..." He paused, and finally let out a breath after a while, as if a little helpless.Claire just threw the things in her hands into the trash can, and then reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead:

"It's not hot anymore sir." He took his hand away and looked at the person on the chair, he seemed a little stiff, "Okay sir, if you can, please go back to your bed, I will bring dinner."

Holmes looked up at her, but did not follow her.Claire was angry at his stubborn temper, but just as she was about to speak out, a series of rapid bells rang from the downstairs door.Only then did the gentleman slightly raise the corners of his lips, and said confidently:

"It looks like my guest is here."

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