New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

The closer to your neck, the stronger the sweet and soft aroma.

You grabbed one of his wrists, trying to order him to stop being so rude.

God, he's chewing your clothes.

You use your hands and feet together, struggling violently, trying to escape from this chaotic vortex.But the harder you struggle, the harder he uses.

You even have an illusion——

For a fraction of a second, that charcoal-like heat can explode into flames that threaten your life.

In autumn, you don't have a lot of clothes.And because you are indoors, you are only wearing a thin light blue striped sweater.

He grabbed your neckline and pulled it hard, revealing a corner of your underwear strap.

Black, with cat ears on the right, cartoon, it's such a shame.

Your face flushed again from embarrassment or other complex emotions.But at this time, Sherlock doesn't care about your feelings (although he doesn't usually show too much care), and just carries out his actions on his own.

Now in his cognition, you are just a piece of warm and cool jade that you will feel temporarily comfortable when you get close to it. If the light can make this jade give him a more comfortable feeling, then why not?

Thoughts were flying and chaotic in his head.

Something even more debilitating happens, and you feel something warm against your collarbone.

In desperation, you pulled out your hand and slapped him hard.

You're sure you're using your strength.

God...you never thought you'd slap someone before this moment today.

Sherlock somehow broke your lower limit.

The man seemed to be stunned by the slap, his head was buzzing.But being dominated by the runaway pheromone, he couldn't control that much, and repeated the old trick again.

You can smell the cold and pure pheromone smell intensified, spread in the room, and quickly spread to your limbs and bones like poison.

You are half-clothed, being held down by him, trying to dodge his attack on you, while reaching out to fumble for something on the bedside table.

You remember that the Alpha-specific injectable inhibitor that Watson brought for Sherlock is placed next to the infusion set.

Now, why can't the little glass bottle be touched?

However, your perspective is limited, which makes you a little angry while nervous and afraid.

I couldn't find it when I was about to use it.

After touching for a long time, you don't know how many times you were pushed back by Sherlock before you finally got your hand and held it tightly.

You also pretended to be motionless obediently, in order to trick him into relaxing temporarily.

Taking advantage of the moment when his head is lowered, you close your eyes and quickly push the small tube of liquid medicine into the back of his neck.

Sure enough, if you don't force yourself, you can't always do it. You won't get dizzy under the desire to survive.

You blinked, eyes moistened.

You sat up clutching your torn sweater, and looked at Sherlock beside you with your steamy eyes.

After the forcible injection of inhibitors, he was only awake for a few seconds, looking into your eyes.Before he could say a word, he fell into a coma.

So, the first thing Sherlock wakes up to see is that your eyelashes are full of tears.

You called Watson first, after all, you don't know how to deal with Sherlock in this state... You feel very incompetent.

Then you went upstairs to your room and changed and washed your face, trying to make the tear stains on your face less obvious.

And he pretended to open the window of Sherlock's bedroom (fortunately, the window was not facing his bed), in order to dissipate the pheromone smell you mixed a little.

It seems that you should seek help from Watson and ask him if he would like to take care of Sherlock in the vulnerable period, or hire someone else to look after him... The main thing is that you think you are really not suitable to be here now .

Usually staying with Sherlock, his indifference will make you forget the fact that he is an Alpha, but now...

You are a little unsure.

Watson came soon.He takes one look at you, "What happened, uh, what?"

You quickly waved your hands, "Of course not—you should go and see him."

You don't tell people these things.

So humiliating.

Telling vividly that he was stripped naked by his roommate and slapped him out of desperation?

You can't do this.

It is not allowed to mention it lightly!

You feel that this thing about Sherlock will embarrass you at some point in the future.

The doctor is indeed a doctor. After Watson came, he pulled Sherlock back to the normal area when he gradually lost control.

Sherlock's previous pheromone disorder was as uncontrollable as a high-speed train that gradually drifted off the track, but it was a small case in front of Watson, a good doctor.

"Will he get better?" You followed Watson out of Sherlock's bedroom.

"Of course." Watson answered you in a reassuring tone.

"Dr. Watson . . . have you been responsible for his illness?"

Watson nodded.

"Then can you take care of him here?" You showed a frustrated look, "I don't know what to do..."

"Of course," he patted you on the shoulder, "you still have to go to school, this kind of thing must be taken over by someone else. I believe Sherlock will get better soon."

You sent John Watson away, and sat on Sherlock's bed and stared at it for a while, until you confirmed that his fever was really gone, and you were temporarily relieved.

You can't really leave him alone.

Although you have only been together for a short period of time in the real sense, you have already habitually cared about the people around you.

"Sherlock, I'm leaving." You said something to him, then walked out and closed the door.

You know he won't respond to you now.

You've texted Steve and it's marked as read the moment it's sent.

He immediately called you and said he would pick you up right away.

Bored, you walked to the door of 221b Baker Street, waiting for that person to appear.

After only a few minutes, you looked up and saw the tall and strong figure appearing on the other side of the road.

There is soft emotion in his deep blue eyes, looking straight at you through the crowd.

Yes, he will never make you wait.

You adjusted your mood and showed him a faint smile.