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

You think it's time for the world to reboot.

Come to think of it, this is pretty much the second time he's apologized to you.

And all the apologetic words he could blurt out in his life are used on you.

"What did you say...?" You thought you heard it wrong, and asked again with some uncertainty.

You can't help but ask yourself, does your face look that unhappy?To be able to make a famous detective with eyes above the top apologize to you.

This is really... the probability is just as small as seeing two moons at this time.

You bump into it twice.

The quiet atmosphere in the ward was thus broken.

But asking Sherlock to repeat those words just now is as difficult as going to heaven.He snorted awkwardly, then lay down again, and turned over by the way, not caring at all whether the needle stuck in the vein on the back of his hand would be torn because of this turning over.

You didn't say anything to stop him, you just sat on the chair and watched him perform quietly.

Anyway, you are not a person who is completely incapable of observing words and expressions.After what you have seen and felt in the past two days, plus the little understanding of Sherlock before, you can almost guess what the other party wants to do at this moment.

Sherlock, who has a bug, is more friendly than usual... The sense of distance is not so far away.

As the system said, he is just trying to get your attention right now.

But you just hold back and let him experience that annoying feeling.

The black-haired man turned around for a long time, but he didn't hear your expected caring words appear again.

He was rarely puzzled.

This doesn't seem...unconventional?

Originally, in his vision, you would stand up quickly at the moment when he turned around even if he pulled the infusion tube, and walked to his hospital bed to stop him.

Instead of acting calmer and more self-sufficient than before every time like now, my mood seems to have no fluctuations at all.

hateful!

Very rarely, an emotion called "anger" crept out of his heart.

The blue flame, which represents calmness and rationality, cannot simply swallow up this little emotion, but instead makes it more and more obvious.

He once said that being emotional is the physical defect of a loser.

But a person's life is driven by desire.

He's just trying to get your attention right now.

He thought about it for a while, and wanted to move his joints a little, but found that the infusion needle was about to leave the thin layer of skin on the back of his hand because of his dishonest sleeping position.

Now the posture of turning sideways to the left will oppress the heart, making him uncomfortable now.

...If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have done it.

He felt like a complete fool right now.

But he won't turn around easily.

In this silence, whoever speaks first loses.

— After all, he has never conceded defeat to anyone in his life.

Gee.

He lowered his eyelashes, as if thinking of something.Immediately, her eyes lit up, and she quietly pulled out the infusion needle with her back turned to you, so the medicine liquid going to the veins through this transfer station changed its direction and dripped onto the floor.

He is sure that you will not find it with your IQ, and the movement range is very small.

That way you can move twice.

The only downside is that when I secretly tore off the scotch tape on the skin of the back of the hand to fix the infusion needle, it hurt a little.

He is actually very afraid of pain.

Sherlock is mischievous, and boyish in this kind of thing.

You saw that Sherlock turned around and turned his back to you and stopped moving, looking like he was asleep.

Is he so honest today?

Even forgot the thing that I wanted to trick you before, and just fell silent like this and then fell asleep?

You rolled your eyes, and your eyes returned to the hanging transparent liquid medicine bottle, and you found that things became a little strange.

There was more than half of the bottle of liquid medicine just now, but now there is less than half of it left.

And look at the rate at which the liquid drips, it's so fast that it's not human.

isn't it...

You hold your forehead.

He actually secretly adjusted the speed so fast, did he want to die?

Once you realize this fact you can no longer sit still.

You don't want Sherlock to go to the ICU in the middle of the night if something happens while he's in the ward.

You have seen news of the type "So-and-so adjusts the infusion speed privately and leads to death" before.

"Hello," you approached, patting him on the shoulder uncertainly, "are you all right, Sherlock?"

Naturally, like last time, you get no response.

The moment Sherlock noticed you approaching, he quickly closed his eyes, using his Oscar-worthy acting skills to try to put on a frown and difficulty breathing.

And quietly covered the hand that should have been stuck with the needle under the quilt.

He even increased the speed even further, wishing he could finish dispensing the damn medicine in a few minutes.

If he was given a [-]% cocaine solution, he could consider slowing down a bit as appropriate.

But that's obviously not realistic - damn it.

The lungs do not store gas, and holding your breath for 2 minutes can add a strange rosy glow to the face.

He decided to have a little of every possible symptom.Anyway, you don't have much medical knowledge, so you can easily be deceived by him.

Of course, he didn't do this because he thought you were easy to deceive—he didn't even want to give someone he wasn't interested in a straight look.

He just wants to feel the feeling of being cared by you.Who told you not to reply to his text messages today for an internship, and to have dinner with others?

unacceptable.Obviously he hasn't had dinner yet, and he still wants to wait for you to come back to eat together.

What confuses him the most is that you are the one who made the mistake, but he apologized to you for some reason.

Humph, today is simply a day in the life of a detective that I can't look back on.

You won't stand around waiting for a response from him who doesn't know when to show up this time.

You moved your hand to his cheek and patted it lightly.

The temperature is about the same as usual.

Still he didn't respond.

You walked around the end of the bed to the side he was facing.

There was even cold sweat on his forehead, making you really a little confused, not only that, but the way he frowned tightly made your sympathy spontaneously arise.

You feel that things are not going well, and you decide to go out and call a doctor.

Unexpectedly, just two steps away, Sherlock grabbed his wrist.

His palm grabbed your wrist without any objection, and the strength revealed from the slightly cold knuckles was almost the same as usual.Even if you are sick, it still makes you unable to break free.

You have to wonder if this is another game Sherlock has set up.

But he does look uncomfortable...

You glanced suspiciously across his face.

...No flaws were found.

You moved away again, and said instead, "Let go, I'll see a doctor for you." The place where your eyes touched was the wrists you two had just touched.

Sherlock didn't answer you, but the strength in his hands increased and tightened.

You don't understand what kind of play he is playing now.

He seems to be able to sense your thoughts, and the uncomfortable look on the corners of his eyes and brows has become more serious, which can fully arouse your concern for him.

"...Don't make trouble, let me go." You tried to break free, but failed.

Your tone is still so gentle, it seems that the previous strength doesn't appear all the time.

Sherlock raised his eyes slightly, and the sly look in his blue-green eyes was well concealed, and his lips were lighter than before, "Don't go. I don't want to see a doctor."

You are fully prepared for an answer like Sherlock's.

He is notoriously resistant to hospitals.

"No, your current situation must be seen by a doctor."

"I'm not going, I think I'm fine." Sherlock said, he is actually a person who only wants to follow his own inner thoughts.

"I'm fine with you here." What he says next leaves you speechless.

You softened your tone, "Sherlock, you can't do this—your parents, you can't spoil yourself all the time."

"I remember the last time you were shot, and you escaped from the hospital within 24 hours of the operation. Last time you left the wound and didn't touch it, you almost got tetanus. You should learn to love yourself before loving others."

You sometimes don't know who is the younger one between the two of you.

You'd better hope there's a big case tomorrow for Sherlock so he can be very reliable again.

Hate to admit, Sherlock really seemed... sloppy in this aspect of life.

It's not a derogatory term.No one can expect a stunning genius to devote too much energy to everyday life.

Besides, he never tried to care about himself, he seemed to be used to this moment of always hurting-he cared about others poorly in his own way.

Sherlock was silent for a moment, and just when you thought he was about to let go of your hand, he spoke again: "Being with you is not a waste of yourself."

He didn't really listen to what you said at all.He completely looked away.

In this lover filter, you who preached are also super reasonable, and there is almost no place about you that is not shining.

...Obviously he was annoyed by others to educate him before.

He felt like he had found a treasure.

You sigh, "Sherlock, can you stop this... I'm telling you something serious."

"The serious kind." Lest he doesn't believe you, you repeat it again.

"I have to say - I also have a reason." Sherlock blinked his eyes, the blush on his face that had been deliberately suppressed just now has disappeared, and his face is still so pale now.

"What do you mean?" You smiled, "We are not talking about the same thing."

"Come here." He supported the edge of the bed and sat up again, the initial (gu) weak (zuo) tone disappeared, and it became the same as usual, the same coldness, no less.

You didn't say your doubts, but approached obediently.

"Come closer." He spoke again.

You dubiously moved a stool over to sit down, although the distance has shortened, but you still look very alert.

He smiled, "I have something to tell you."

You moved closer as he wanted, but you didn't expect him to say something in that deep voice in your ear this time, and you were stunned.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-0423:53:07~2020-02-0523:32:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast mines: I will always like Badger Badger 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Tunan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!