[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑berry姐姐的同人文--never betrayed#

Watson could see that Sherlock was very resistant to injections. In fact, although the man was motionless, the resistance revealed in those blue-green eyes said everything.

Such a big wound did not see the man blinking, but just sticking the needle in could make the man tighten his lips. Watson found it inexplicably funny.

But as a conscientious doctor, Watson didn't show all this. In fact, he didn't even lift his eyelids.After filling the syringe with the liquid medicine and squeezing out the air, Watson bent slightly and reached out to unbutton the sleeve on Sherlock's wrist.

The young officer couldn't move at will because of the wound, he could only stare at the doctor motionlessly.Watson easily undid the buttons with his hands in white rubber gloves, and then carefully rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale wrists and strong forearms.

Sherlock's body is not very thin, on the contrary, he has slender muscles, wrapped in pale skin, looks very powerful.But at this time he had no choice but to let the doctor do what he wanted.

Watson liked his arms very much. To a man, muscular arms are more attractive than those thin, withered arms that look like hemp poles. Even the most straight military uniform wrapping makes Watson think it is a waste of money.He took out a cotton swab, dipped some disinfectant alcohol and dabbed it on his arm, which brought a burst of coolness and made Sherlock's back tingle.

He has been afraid of injections since he was a child, even though he is not afraid of bullets and death now, he still doesn't like to let this thin and pointed thing stick into his body.

"I hope your acupuncture skills are good enough." Sherlock stared at Watson closely without blinking his eyes. "The nurses almost pierced my arm into a sieve a few days ago."

Watson naturally knew who he was talking about, and smiled: "That's Sarah, she's a novice."

"So you let her do the experiment on me?" Sherlock raised one eyebrow, which was obviously a very unfashionable expression, but there was a strange harmony on his face.

Watson looked away and picked up the syringe: "If I were you, I wouldn't just judge a nurse at this moment. If you meet a doctor who admires her, I guarantee that your life will be happy." It's tough."

Sherlock didn't speak anymore as the pillow dug into his skin.

Unexpectedly, it didn't hurt very much, but when the potion was injected, the cold feeling made him feel uncomfortable.

"It seems that you don't admire that nurse." Sherlock watched him pull out the needle, his voice was low, like a fine cello.

Watson likes his timbre, which seems to be a gift from heaven.But he still didn't show his liking, just nodded with a smile.Watson likes to laugh, and his smile is warm enough, at least, Sherlock's expression has softened a lot.

There was a moment of softness in those eagle-like eyes, but it was enough to attract Watson's full attention.

It may be that Sherlock is too attractive. Watson began to like to come to Sherlock's ward when there were no patients, move a chair to sit next to him, or talk and chat, or take two books to pass the time for each other.

Watson likes Defoe, and Sherlock is used to all kinds of science books.He could even watch "Gene Origin" for a day.

"What do you want to do after the war is over?" Watson put down the book, picked up the apple next to him, and asked while peeling the apple with a knife.

Sherlock knew what Watson always deliberately avoided when talking with him, and they had a tacit understanding that they never talked about their respective identities, nationalities, and wars.Mostly they talk about before the war, and after the war.It's just that Sherlock's pre-war life was relatively poor, far less rich than Watson's, so most of the time Sherlock listened to Watson and gave a few comments.Very vicious and sharp comment.

Before Sherlock could answer, Watson smiled and said, "I guess you will be a scientist."

"I like science, but I don't want to study it, I want to use it." Sherlock relaxed his body and leaned on the soft pillow.His chin has a very hard curvature, which looks unreasonable, but when facing Watson, he deliberately lowered his head slightly to make himself less cold, "Being a doctor may be a good choice."

"Yes, saving people is a good job." Watson nodded.

What I want to do is forensics.Sherlock swallowed the second half of the sentence back, and then his right hand, which was free to move deep in the depths, took the apple handed by Watson.He subconsciously glanced at the apple peel that Watson put aside.

Slender, never broken together.

Sherlock took a bite of the apple and judged Watson in his heart.

Resolute and determined, firm as steel, this is a warrior.

Watson didn't notice the way Sherlock looked at him, but leaned back in the chair, his golden hair reflected beautifully in the sun: "I hope to have a small clinic of my own, and then I can find a lover, Have a beautiful child."

"You won't." Sherlock threw the clean apple core into the trash can not far away, "You like danger, and calm is not for you."

Watson is used to Sherlock's sharpness. In fact, he also feels that he has nothing to do with ordinary life.

Because during the operation, the moment Sherlock opened his eyes, Watson's life was quietly changed.

Then, like the devil in his heart waking up, Watson almost gave his full attention to one person, a man.

John H. Watson's 26-year heterosexual career officially came to an end. Under the watchful eye of a man named Sherlock, he successfully bent himself.

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On the day Sherlock announced his complete recovery, General Lestrade, whom he had not seen for a long time, ushered in the medical camp.

"We are taking him away, Dr. Watson, by order from above."

Watson stood at the door, watching those people walk in, then Sherlock stared at Lestrade's face for a while with a cold expression on his face, then stood up, and left surrounded by those people ward.

"Lestrade, 'he' sent you here, and you'll watch me over anything I do."

"I don't listen to him everything."

These two sentences were exchanged in a very low voice, and quickly disappeared into the air.

This was the first time Sherlock had stepped out of this room since entering the medical camp.

Lestrade brought a dark green windbreaker with a very British style, and it looks amazing on Sherlock.Sherlock walked out just like that, head held high, with all the haughtiness that was born with him.

When the sun shines on him, it is so beautiful.Watson tried to look at him with wide eyes, and then made himself smile, warm as always.

"I hope you are well." Watson raised his hand slightly.

He just wanted to hug this person. Watson cured him with his own hands, but now, he wanted to watch him leave here and go to another execution ground.But Watson can't stop it. Love is insignificant compared to the country.

But instead of hugging him, Sherlock held out a hand.

Watson froze for a moment, then stretched out his own hand and shook it with Sherlock's.

The man's palm was broad, dry, and his good-looking fingers tightly held Watson's palm, strong and powerful.

"Thank you for your care, we will see you again." Sherlock's voice was as deep as usual, as nice as a cello.

Watson narrowed his eyes with a smile, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.

This handshake was their first and only contact so far. Sherlock took away the relationship that Watson had protected for 26 years, but left nothing for Watson.

Watson watched Sherlock pull away in the black car, leaning against the wall.

Maybe I will remember him forever, or maybe I will forget him tomorrow, who knows.

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-Harry: QAQ Is this abusive?Is it!What about the meat!

-Anthea: There is also the lower part, please believe in my attributes as a real mother.

-GL: Well, it's me playing the bad guy again.But, Anthea, what does "I don't listen to him everything" mean?Don't think I can't guess who you're talking about!

-MH: Greg, I have no lines

-GL: Don't be sad, Mike. I have a hunch that your good subordinate has already let you appear in the lower part in order to create a good image for you.

-Harry: LS, you were easily diverted from the subject again→A→So you all rely on your IQ to determine the attack and accept it

-GL:╯︵┻━┻

-Anthea: Here is a picture of Dr. Watson

-JW: Sherlock, when did she take the photo... =A=

-SH: I guess it’s a surveillance screenshot, but the resolution is good and it comes with a soft light. Anthea give me a copy

-JW: ...what do you want this for

-SH: I need a wallpaper

-Irene: Show affection, the identification is correct

-MH: On my computer screen is a tile of Greg's ID photo in chapter 64

-GL: ...Delete it for me!

-Anthea: Boss lady, in fact, if you pay attention, the curve on your computer screen saver, divided into Morse codes according to the frequency of occurrence, is the name of the boss

-GL: Only the devil would notice!

-SH: That's obvious, Inspector Lestrade, if it weren't for your computer screen saver I might not have discovered your... love affair with Mycroft so early...

-JW: It's kind of hard, but I noticed =v=

-GL: ...good doctor, you and Sherlock are bad

-Harry: I'm the only one who noticed, is it crooked?

The author has something to say: Thank you dear mua!

I'm sorry for the late update, my dears, I'll make up for the broth tomorrow QAQ please see here

ps: I don’t know if you have watched today’s Oscars. Xiao Lizi once missed the actor, that face with a smile but was extremely disappointed and unwilling to show it... I am so wronged that I want to cry, okay? QAQ Momo, I'm still young, I have a chance in the future, I hope to work hard

What impressed me the most is that we don't make two uncomfortable stars one Benedict.Classmate Cumberbatch, all kinds of stealing the spotlight, all kinds of [-]A and Erchao masters are not here so they have fun, male gods when walking on the red carpet, male crazy when taking pictures, male gods when presenting awards on stage, male crazy when taking pictures, He was a gentleman and a god when he received the award on the stage, and he was crazy when he was taking pictures... Benny, what the hell are you going to do with your cuteness!This ups and downs of temperament is really unpredictable, okay!I will show the red carpet photos tomorrow, and today I will organize my mood and sit on the table