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

"It's nothing," he said frankly at the moment, "it's just that the infusion is unnecessary."

After the incident was exposed, he seemed less careful than before, and instead became more relaxed.

You are so confident that you have an illusion——

It is you, not him, who secretly pulls out the needle and refuses the infusion.

"I know my physical condition very well," he said. "This trivial matter is nothing. Of course, I don't need to be hospitalized for observation. Compared with the hospital, the scene of the crime needs me more."

The moment you heard this, you frowned, "This is not a trivial matter."

He looked at the expression on your face and finally smiled with satisfaction.

Looking at his face, you feel that the other party looks like he deserves to be beaten for no reason.

"Really? The crime scene needs you more?" You asked back, with a somewhat questioning tone, "If you continue to refuse treatment like this, now this is a ready-made crime scene."

"Are you caring about me?" His eyes lit up.

"No." You speak stiffly, don't turn your head away from looking at him, and throw away such a cold and concise answer, "You think too much."

John was so right!For today's Sherlock, he should be dealt with completely coldly, and he should not be allowed to push himself too far.

But the other party obviously won't be dismissed by such a flirtatious sentence like yours.Looking at the way the other party's eyes are shining at this moment, it's completely like "you won't let me go unless you give me a satisfactory explanation".

The infusion tube that was pulled out at this moment is not so important, but was thrown aside without hesitation after you confirmed that it had lost all its effectiveness.

You don't like to spend too much time staring at objects that have obviously lost their value.

It's clearly already late at night, but you don't feel sleepy at all right now, but all your attention is focused on the man in front of you.

The moment your eyes meet, the two of you are both thinking about what the other is thinking.

"Okay, okay—" You take the lead and take a step back, because you can't see any sign that he wants to back down from the other person's eyes.

"I'm going to get a nurse to re-insert you." You really don't understand why you are starting to worry about him now, is it because of the sense of responsibility you have always had?

You think it would be nice if Watson was here now.Or someone else, Molly, his brother, Lestrade—everyone in this list has more reason to be named than you here.

"No, I want to go back." As expected, Sherlock rejected your proposal simply and clearly, and turned to glance out the window.

"That's impossible." You said these words without thinking, and your tone was so firm that it seemed that there was no room for turning around this matter.

Unexpectedly, his next sentence was, "I can't waste your time anymore. You still have to go to...internship tomorrow."

He even deliberately omitted the object in the following sentence, not wanting to spell out the pronunciation of that place at all.

"I can—" You frowned, and you were about to explain something, but he spoke before you could speak.

"After all, if I am hospitalized, you will definitely stay here with me forever." When he said this, he was brazen, looking at you with frank eyes, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with what he said. A place for complaints.

With a confused look on your face, you asked back, "When did I say that I would always be here with you?"

A lesson from heaven and earth, you never said that!

Hearing this, his tone became a little softer, and at the same time he became a little hesitant, "Isn't it? You've always been here. It was also before."

His attitude puts you in a bind.

In the past, he was always strong and straightforward, but now he occasionally uses the soft policy?

But you also feel that what the other party said seems to make sense.

He now has unreal memories in his head that don't belong to him, and that tells him that you'll always be there for him when he's sick.

It's a different kind of lie, but it also makes sense.

"Now you're leaving?" His tone was low for a while, and he continued to ask.The action is so fast that there is no time for you to react at all.

"...What?" Before you had time to think too much about what he was doing, you couldn't answer his question.But you will definitely not fall into his well-laid trap like the previous few times, so you didn't answer him directly.

"It's not impossible to leave." His soft words fell into your ears, making him feel a little harmless to humans and animals.

But you don't know, he is just good at disguising, he is the black sheep hidden in the white sheep.

"It's just that I thought you would stay." He was wronged.

"You'll 'think' too?"

He secretly looked at the expression on your face, trying to find some evidence that "you have been moved by him".

In fact, he has also had a successful start, at least you no longer have that guarded expression on your face, it seems that the question you raised is sincere and not teasing.

He didn't answer your question, but changed the topic to the one you value more now, "Then I will leave and go with you."

"What do you mean?" You stared carefully at Sherlock's face, and for the first time ever reached out and touched his forehead to see if he had a fever.

"Literally - your education level can clearly understand what I mean." Sherlock grabbed your hand and pulled you in his direction.

"I'm not going anywhere without you," he continued.

You looked at Sherlock's face again in disbelief, and even patted him on the shoulder with the other hand that he hadn't caught yet, trying to draw some conclusions that you didn't have before from the touch from the hand.

But Sherlock not only looks normal, but feels normal too.

You still feel a little uncomfortable when it comes out of his mouth.

But your ability to accept is also very strong, and you were (forced) to accept this setting in a short period of time, this sentence.

"It's very simple for me to stay here," the corner of his mouth slightly raised, "please stay with me here."

He even said please very politely.

It was too much to say no to.

Planted.

You sigh to yourself.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here." You answer him, "So you can always—cooperate well?"

You have thought it through, and you will leave when he falls asleep, and you will be a good man again.

I have to say, after getting your affirmative answer, Sherlock suddenly became very cooperative, completely different from him before.

Every time he came to the hospital before, the medical staff who dealt with him would look unhappy.First of all, he refused to have the needle and refused rescue. The only way to deal with this kind of situation was to give him a sedative.And this was just the simplest and purest unexpected situation, and the most embarrassing truth was his usual arrogant words.

Any truth will be hidden in his sharp eagle-like eyes, and the unadorned words used to fully describe the truth are like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the opponent's heart.

The most memorable one is that he once told the doctor's latest extramarital partner when he was stitched up, and his lover and wife happened to be standing next to him.

Sometimes he really doesn't give face to others.

He sat on the bed obediently, and it was not the first time he had seen the nurse who was giving him the needle, so he spoke first, "Good evening."

The nurse looked very young, but she didn't answer him as if she was upset about the last time he told her that she was dating three people at the same time.

You've heard a little about it, too, because Lestrade almost became that fourth man.Sherlock just made an accidental reasoning and inadvertently exposed the matter.

You shake your head at Sherlock, signaling him to stop talking.

In fact, he kept his eyes on your face and never looked away. Seeing this, he said ok, and then he really fell silent.

Sherlock really cooperated this time, and soon the nurse left, leaving you two in the ward again.

He originally wanted to play with the regulator, but the moment he touched your gaze, the hand that was supposed to touch it moved away like an electric shock.

Since it was his own promise, he must do what he said.This time, no matter what, I couldn't escape through the window.

but……

He looked past you and looked at the night scene outside.

The city is still brightly lit late at night, but there are slightly fewer people and cars on the streets.

He never said that he actually enjoyed enjoying the view.

Sure enough, I still want to go for a ride with you again.

He retracted his gaze and lowered his eyelashes again.

Going for a ride is actually quite similar to being a pirate in some ways.

It's all going from one place to another.

"I remember," he said. "You still owe me two wishes."

you:?

Which one is this playing?

Then you realize that the last time you played the numbers game, you almost lost the coffin book.

"I didn't say anything. It depends on my mood." You said this sentence jokingly, and then you noticed that his expression became serious, and quickly added, "I'm just kidding, I always say what I say and do it." arrive."

"I made a promise to you once," he said, "and I keep it every minute of my life. Of course you can't take your word for it, and you can't even joke about it."

He was as possessive as ever.

But you really can't remember any promises or anything like that between you.

And you imagine that if you ask now, he will definitely be accused of not taking him seriously.

Or not, you don't want to see him unhappy.

He seemed to see something from the slight hesitation on your face, he turned his eyes away, "My promise, I have never organized words in this way in my life, and I thought I would never. But I made an exception."

"Not only Greg, but even John thinks that everything I've experienced is not real, and your name is also in this group of people—you don't say it, but I know it, it's so obvious," his eyes changed again It became cold and sharp, "The memory palace provides evidence, and the only ones with disordered memories are you."

"That's not what I meant..." Your words seemed so pale at this moment, lacking the strength to whitewash the peace.

The words he said just now are sincere and firm, but his tone is calm, but he is stating a fact that he firmly believes in.

Perhaps, it is really as he said.

The promise he was talking about was...

Love you out of death.

The author has something to say: "loveyoutodeath" by Starset just happened to be playing.

There is still an update today_(:з)∠)_Sorry, it is difficult to end, but it will be done as soon as possible