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

You are at a loss for words.

"... Sherlock is a good man." That's all you have to say.

After all, during this period of time, apart from the occasional words that are popular science, he has nothing else.

Everything was normal and not really dangerous.

And in your eyes, the charming and alluring Ms. Irene Adler should be more suitable for him than a childish little girl like you.

"Then tell me what you want from me now?" Steve didn't seem to want to discuss the topic of Curly Fortune anymore.

Of course, you are also happy to change the subject, after all, you can't tell him "Hey, hey, this is a system setting", right?

Then you said: "Actually, it's because..." You became nervous again for no reason, "The roommate has a little problem, and the doctor said that it seems inappropriate for omega to stay here..."

So is it appropriate to go to another alpha's house to stay?

You kind of admire yourself for looking for excuses like a goose.

But you are really homeless.

"But I'm not sure whether I should leave temporarily, after all, he looks like he also needs to be taken care of."

"Yi Ri, you can come anytime you want." Steve's tone was very gentle, without any clue at all.

I don’t know if it’s your illusion, but you actually heard the dog system say: Steve Rogers’ favorability -5.

? ? ?Didn't you say that you have no favorability?

You suddenly feel that you have condensed into a stone statue, and the bolt from the blue splits you apart.

Fine, live with a smile.

After hanging up the phone call of Captain America, the nurse lady showed up at the door of the apartment with a new disposable infusion set.

To be honest, if it wasn't for Sherlock's refusal to go to the hospital (Watson said it), you wouldn't go around such a big circle to bother the nurse.

Of course you won't do things like needles.You don't faint from blood, you faint from needles.

You smiled cautiously at the nurse, and said sorry to you, then opened a corner of the door and let her in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the nurse went in, she screamed and ran out.

She was extremely pale, not as rosy and healthy as she had been a few minutes before.She just glanced at you briefly, then pursed her lips and ran away without saying a word, as if some evil spirit was chasing her behind.

You are a little confused.

Even if Sherlock's pheromone is really lethal, there is no need to show such a horrified expression, right?

Thinking this way, with a courage that came from nowhere, you gently opened the door, trying to let more scenes emerge in front of your eyes.

His room was not lit and the curtains were drawn.

And now that the last sliver of the orange-yellow sun is sinking below the horizon, there is no more light coming in.

It looked so dim that you couldn't see what was going on with Sherlock lying on the bed with his back turned to you.

You held the doorknob with both hands, leaned slightly into the room, and sniffed.

No smell of pheromones.

You just walked in, and at a glance, you saw the new disposable infusion set was disassembled and thrown on the ground casually. It seems that the bottle of medicinal liquid is completely useless today.

A kind of unreasonable anger rushed into your heart in an instant.

No matter how good your temper is, you can't stand it anymore.

You really don't know what's going on with Sherlock now, somehow he answered the phone for you, somehow scared the nurse away, somehow didn't talk to you.

You walked over to the bed and poked Sherlock Holmes, who was wrapped in a long strip.

As expected, he didn't respond.

And because he sleeps on the innermost side of the bed, it is not easy to reach him with your short hands and feet.

You had no choice but to get closer again, kneeling on the bed so that you could pat his cheek.

"Mr. Holmes?" You called softly again, with a vague premonition in your heart.

The skin under his hands burned like fire.

"... Sherlock?" Seeing that he was still awake, you could only shake him with both hands.

You are getting closer.

It has already exceeded the safe distance that Watson said.

"Sherlock?" You panicked.You sniffed his breath, it was very weak.

"Sherlock?" You're not a doctor, so you don't know what to do.I had no choice but to call him again, as if such a crisp girlish voice could easily wake him up.

"Sherlock?" In your panic, you almost cried.

You don't want him dead.

Although Sherlock Holmes is sometimes an arrogant and defiant bastard, and there are few moments when others can be relied on, he is really a good man.

Just when you called his name for the fourth time, Sherlock, who had been lying motionless on his side, suddenly opened his eyes for no reason.He turned around and pinned you on the bed.