Silent guardian

This is a serious sequelae.

This must not be real, Mora thought.

Sherlock hugged her, from the top of the building to the car, and then to Baker Street, he kept hugging her, even when he got to B221, he still didn't intend to let go, like a stubborn child grabbing the hem of an adult's clothes.

"Sherlock, Mycroft wants to talk to Mora,,,,,." Watson said cautiously while paying attention to Sherlock's emotions.

Sherlock glanced at him, his lips were tight, and Maura felt the arms holding her tighten, and it took him a long time to hear him say coldly, "Let him go!"

These words are full of murderous intent.

Watson's face froze, and he subconsciously glanced at Mora, only to see that the other party just shook his head slightly.

Then, Sherlock hugged Mora, walked towards the bedroom, and closed the door with a "bang!"

"Sherlock,,,,,," Mo La said awkwardly, just as she was about to say something, Sherlock glanced at her unhurriedly, and after just one glance, she immediately fell silent.

Sherlock put Maura on the bed, then threw himself on her, avoiding her legs, and fixed her hands, nose to nose, a pair of mirror-like eyes brewing stormy waves, mo La Xin shuddered, and almost cried out, in those eyes, she felt small, like a small boat, which was in danger of being destroyed at any moment.

Time passed by second by second, but Sherlock didn't move, he didn't move, and Mora couldn't move either.

"Sherlock?" Mora panicked, she was afraid of such gazes, she was angry at his behavior, but also faintly pleased.

"Why didn't you come to see me?" Sherlock lowered his voice, "Even if you don't come, you can still leave a little clue, just a little bit, it can only make me guess that you still have the possibility of surviving ,,,,,,"

Suddenly, he closed his eyes, his voice was choked up, and he couldn't speak any more.

The love is so deep that there are no words to express it.

Shouldn't you be happy?

But why can't she be happy?

Moura's tense nerves relaxed, and she had mixed feelings for a while. She took a breath, calmed down her emotions, and then said slowly, "I thought I was going to die, but James has already dug a hole in the ground. , we fell together, I broke my leg, and he,,,,,,"

She closed her eyes, as if she could still see James' eyes, the kind of destructive joy extending from a desperate smile, like tarsal maggots, sucking her flesh day and night.

"He rewound under me, his legs were crushed, and there was a big hole in his chest. I tried to help him stop the bleeding, but I couldn't stop it... He kept smiling at me, He didn't say anything,,,,,, until the last moment he didn't say a word to me, I don't know how he can endure pain, how he can endure death, as if everything can't move him, ,,,,, His eyes stared at me, as if at that time,,,,,, I was already a dead person,,,,,,"

What kind of fear is that, as if a person is stripped naked, and then thrown into a snake's nest, the cold slimy rubs against your body, looking for the entrance in your body, getting in bit by bit, and gnawing at you clean.

That kind of process is slow and painful, and it is impossible to survive or die.

After being rescued by Billy, Mora was in a coma for nearly a week. After waking up, she was also in a trance, with constant nightmares. Those days were simply hell on earth for her. She thought, if she survived, she would go to see Sherlock. If she can't make it through, she will never bother him. She has suffered enough, and she really doesn't want to drag others down.

"Do not say!"

Sherlock begged, his eyes rolling with regret as if he wanted to tear himself apart.

"Stop talking." He pulled Mo La into his arms and covered her with his own figure, wishing to integrate her into his flesh and blood, "You are safe now, safe."

It was obviously a reassuring breath, but she had already shed tears. It was not until today that she realized that she still had tears, and they were not cold tears, but hot, like fire.

"I'm scared." Her hands were white, thin and long, as if protruding from hell, tightly holding his clothes, her hoarse voice was mixed with choking, "I'm not afraid of death, but I can't Enduring others dying in front of me, I even thought, what should I do if the person who fell in front of me is you?"

What would she do if it wasn't James who fell in front of her, but Sherlock?

If that day, Sherlock was killed by that spider in Yao Sulin's room, what would she do?

She didn't dare to think about it, she didn't dare to think about it at all, only the moment the thought came up, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and Mora's sobs could be clearly heard.

Sherlock hugged her, motionless, like a petrified sculpture, he clenched his teeth tightly, and after a while, a strong smell of blood filled his mouth.

From the joy of guessing that she survived to the joy of reunion, to the guilt and pain when seeing her injured leg, to the fear just now.

But in one day, he has tasted all the flavors in the world.

His heartbeat changed again and again, and his thoughts were chaotic again and again. At this moment, he was completely controlled by emotions, and he didn't realize the danger, but enjoyed it.

As long as she is still alive,,,,,,

She is still alive, in his arms, with heartbeat and temperature, can hear him speak, and can accept his feelings.

Perhaps the emotion was too intense, Mora was still sobbing from time to time after falling asleep, and her complexion became even paler.

Sherlock stood up slowly, and kissed her forehead again and again, but still couldn't calm her frowning.

At this time, a hand pulled him away, and he turned around. It was Watson, who had already held a transparent needle tube in his hand, which had been filled with tranquilizer. The light is actually piercing.

"Sherlock,,,,," Watson said softly, "Don't worry, it's just a little pain, and it won't hurt her."

Sherlock nodded, then backed away, turned his head away, not daring to see the scene where the needle was stuck in Mora's arm, and then Mora let out a low cry, the cry was like an iron net, tying his body The heart tightened for a moment, and the dripping blood slid down the wire drop by drop.

The night was still very long, and the ambulance drove in hastily from the night, stopped at B221 Baker Street for a while, and left in a hurry.

Sherlock pushed Mora into one examination room after another, and Watson followed closely behind, taking the test sheets handed over from time to time, and signing Sherlock's name on them.

"The white blood cells are normal and the platelets are low. It should be due to excessive blood loss not long ago. She suffered a total of eleven traumas on her body, most of which were skin traumas. She has almost healed. Arms, the three heavier ones are on the legs, one on the right knee, one on the left ankle, and another crushed fracture on the ankle of the right leg. So far, she has undergone two surgeries, but Effect,,,,,"

Before Watson finished speaking, Sherlock had already got up and pushed away Mora's ward.

He left in a hurry, a little absent-minded, and knocked down a nurse when he opened the door.

Watson opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He just pulled the nurse up and apologized sincerely.

"I'm sorry, he was just too worried."

The beautiful female nurse waved her hand, expressing her indifference, "We encounter this kind of situation every day, and I'm used to it."

Watson nodded, and cast a worried glance at the closed door.

Sherlock sat down beside Mora's bed, quiet like a breath of air.

He didn't know how she endured it, the trauma suffered by her body and mind at the same time was as devastating as heaven and earth.

If he doesn't look for her, is she going to spend her whole life hiding in a place where he can't see and enduring the pain alone?

Because I love you, I would rather endure everything alone.

Carrying the little happiness of the past in the hard years, living with one's last breath.

"Wake up quickly." Sherlock reached out to caress Maura's face, and whispered in her ear, "Let's go to Germany, there is the best orthopedic doctor there, and he will definitely heal your injury. I want to see You stand up, I don't want you to be in a wheelchair all the time."

It was a kind of pampering tone, which is the pampering of all people in love to each other.

Sherlock raised the corners of his lips and leaned over to press a kiss on Maura's lips.

"It doesn't matter if you can't stand up. I will support you forever. I have already planned to buy a house in the suburbs. Let John live on the second floor and we live on the first floor. Put a few soft reclining chairs in front of the French windows and put them aside. A small bookshelf, plant your favorite roses in the yard, transplant a big tree, raise a few bees, dig a hole in the open space on the side, put some water, plant lotus, and raise a few fish, if you want If you have a dog, it must be a shepherd dog, and its name is Redbeard,,,,,,"

His throat choked, and suddenly tears began to flow.

The author has something to say:

In the final chapter, no clear answer is given, which may disappoint you, but these have been expressed in Sherlock's oath. Compared with my words, I think it is better to leave this blank for everyone to imagine.

Life is like this, there are pains and tribulations, but those will pass, the pain is never everything, the pain will make you cherish what you have now, and life will become more beautiful because of cherishing.

Betrayal is nothing, loss is nothing, as long as you already have it, that good memory is enough for you to look back on for a lifetime, so why bother to get it or not.