Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Dalyan looked at the medical record and fell into deep thought.

Is skin hunger//thirst a real thing?

With suspicious eyes, she glanced at Sherlock who was lying on the hospital bed at this time, and finally turned on the phone and began to search for information about this strange disease.

"Looking for skin-to-skin contact...?"

"Appears restless and restless when left alone."

"I have a very strong desire to be hugged and stroked...?"

When Daryan saw this, she couldn't help but glance at the curly-haired man again.

He doesn't look like the kind of person who craves intimacy at all... and even if he does, he always takes the absolute initiative.

The girl enters in the search box, the treatment for skin hunger/thirst.

If someone else had told her she had it, she would have refused to believe it without hesitation, let alone search Wikipedia for a cure.

That medical record doesn't look like a fake.

"It's probably because he hasn't been getting adequate rest and the intense anxiety that comes with the mental illness he's suffering from - it's cumulative."

This is what the doctor told her when she came.

Darian guessed that Sherlock didn't have any relatives or friends in the United States, so she had no choice but to carry forward the spirit of helping others, sitting by the hospital bed and quietly waiting for the other party to wake up.

but--

Dalyan couldn't help but look at the lying person a few more times.

The sleeping Sherlock was less sharp and detached than usual.His eyes were tightly closed, wondering if it was Dalyan's illusion, which added a sense of peace.

But she knew that this softness and tranquility would disappear immediately when the person in front of her opened her eyes and woke up.

He swears that he is allergic to the hospital.

It doesn't help just looking at it.

Dalyan moved closer, ready to take a closer look at Sherlock's sleeping face. After all, such a situation is really rare——

There were only the two of them in this ward, and it was extremely quiet.Even if the door is open, no one will pass by at this time to get a glimpse of what's going on inside.

Oddly enough, Dalyan stretched out her hand, and the tip of her index finger approached Sherlock's face little by little.

After such a long time interval, she didn't know whether this action was due to the emotion that might still be left or the effect of the physical connection called soul mate.

Or is it both?

At this time, it was obvious that Dalyan didn't want to think so much.

She completely followed her inner thoughts, her white and slender fingertips kept approaching the other party, and stopped just a few centimeters away from the skin, trembling slightly.In the end, her fingertips touched the tip of the other's beautiful nose.

As a vampire, every inch of her body was cold, including her fingertips.

At this time, Sherlock's fever has not subsided quickly, so the ignition//heat felt by Dalyan's fingertips could not be more obvious.

But as expected, I still yearn for that warm feeling very much.

She sighed slightly, her eyes cruising aimlessly on the other's face.After a while, just as she was about to move her hand away and distance herself again, Sherlock's eyelids moved.

Darian:? !

All thoughts were completely emptied at this moment, she didn't have time to think about it, her fingertips bounced off like an electric shock.

Not only that, but he even moved the stool back a little bit to hide it. The sound of moving the stool was too harsh in the quiet ward.

However, it was too late.

When he opened his eyes, he sat up quickly, showing no signs of illness at all.

Sherlock had to admit that he hadn't fallen asleep just now.

He recalled the coldness he felt on the tip of his nose when he closed his eyes just now.

The moment his sharp eyes swept over Daryan, the latter turned his head quickly, as if he was afraid that the expression on his face would show some flaws.

Sure enough, he heard Dalyan say, "I just wanted to know if your body temperature had dropped. I didn't do anything else."

After saying this, she even looked back again, and focused her gaze on Sherlock.

The obsidian-like pupils were shining brightly, filled with sincerity.

The sense of familiarity brought to him by the person in front of him reappeared.And Sherlock frowned, he didn't like the feeling of uncertainty.

He easily pierced Daryan, "I haven't said anything yet, maybe—"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and the thought of fleeing from the hospital a moment ago disappeared, and was replaced by other subtle emotions in his heart.

Even though he had been suffering from skin hunger//thirst for quite some time, he never offered to hug anyone - not even his older brother Mycroft.

While refusing to take the initiative to have intimate contact with anyone, he also refuses to take any medicines (he believes that these unnecessary medicines will hinder his brain from thinking), which is completely like a side effect. It was short of having the three big characters "I can't be saved" written on my face.

But... Even though the moment when the other party touched his skin was so brief, he didn't feel the slightest bit of disgust.He even began to vaguely expect that the other party's touch could last a little longer.

Sherlock still remembered that when he couldn't hold himself back and fell, the scent of his body was fresh, gentle and hazy, which made him feel very relieved for no reason.

It was like a memory box that had been dusty for a long time was suddenly opened many years ago.

Dalyan bit her lip, "I, I was just talking casually."

After the girl said this, she was silent for a few more minutes, and then she stood up immediately, "In this case, Mr. Holmes, I'm leaving, why don't you go on and rest in the hospital?" She said with a cheering gesture , walked towards the door of the ward without hesitation.

He was stopped just as he was about to leave.

It was none other than a doctor.

The doctor just came in, ready to give Sherlock an impromptu examination.The visitor caught a glimpse of Dalyan preparing to leave, frowned, and asked strangely, "Miss Hoyle, are you preparing to leave so soon? The symptoms of the family members have not stabilized yet."

family...

Darian heard the word and fell into deep thought.

When the hospital admitted a patient with a strange disease like Sherlock, she did sign her name indiscriminately on some consent form.

So that was, the family consent form?

When the black-haired man sitting on the hospital bed heard this, his originally flat and slightly frustrated expression disappeared little by little, and then changed into a slightly smug expression.

He knew that she would not and could not leave easily.

This ray of joyful emotion was forcibly suppressed by Sherlock.

This is very strange--he thought.Apart from solving the case, he had never been so excited before.

Facing the doctor's flawless rhetoric mixed with a series of technical jargon, Dalyan had no choice but to stay.

"The etiology of skin hunger and thirst is relatively complicated. It may be due to the lack of parental care in childhood, or—" the doctor's complicated eyes kept wandering between the two, "There are some problems in the relationship between the sexes during the young and middle-aged , such as falling out of love, being hurt in love, etc..."

Darian glanced at Sherlock secretly, but he turned his head the moment he received the other's gaze.

His eyes seemed to say, what are you looking at me for?

"No way..." Dalyan's soft tone contained a hint of disbelief, she didn't look at Sherlock again this time.

It's been many years since the emotional injury.Besides, she obviously erased Sherlock's memory very rigorously, and it is logically impossible for him to have any traces of her left on him.

unless……

Darien thought of something.

No no no, that's impossible.

Although the aftermath was indeed healed, but hearing what the doctor said, he still felt uncontrollably guilty.If Sherlock's disease can no longer be cured, she will also feel guilty.

The doctor took his temperature, "Physical illnesses like fever can be adjusted. But skin hunger//thirst is more difficult to deal with. I suggest you go to a psychiatrist for investigation."

What he said next made Dalyan so nervous that even her eyelids twitched, "A couple relationship without love//caress// behavior is not conducive to maintaining it. I suggest that you can have close contact every day, starting from a simple hug. Let's get started, and he should get better soon."

"No, no, no..." Dalyan had complicated emotions, and the expression on his face changed wildly, "We're actually not—"

The doctor's tone was extremely old-fashioned, "I have actually seen a lot of couples like you who have conflicts over trivial matters."

"No, you really misunderstood, I actually—"

Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, spoke, his voice was low and recognizable, "Thank you doctor, we understand."

The doctor walked out slowly.

Darian stared at the person who had just spoken with an annoyed expression, and couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?" Her voice was crisp, but there was a bit of innocuous accusation.

Then Sherlock withdrew his gaze towards the door, and turned to focus on her face, his tone was indifferent, and there was a little bit of mockery, "He made it clear that he must stick to his own opinion, and said according to his heart Go down, it will be easier."

Dalyan froze for a moment.Still, it seemed like something Sherlock would do.

He once said that everyone felt that he was a strange man who was incomprehensible and out of place in a charming atmosphere.

But only she knows that many times Sherlock behaves unreasonably, just because he doesn't want to spend more time for others.

And if he is willing to put his mind to someone, it will definitely be fatally romantic.

After all, with his subtle observation ability, how could he fail to observe the psychology of the people around him?

He is an arrogant, dazzling and rebellious god, but most people always imagine that God loves the world.

"Speaking of which—" Sherlock spoke again, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

He obviously rarely used the word boyfriend, and he was a little uncomfortable when he pronounced it.

"Why don't you try dating me, how about it?"