[sherlock] It's mine, don't move!

"Doctor, how is John? What's the matter?" Shaking his head, Sherlock withdrew his eyes from the weird stare with Mycroft, jumped up from the chair, and his feet were injured by blood. He staggered for a while, stabilized his heels, and couldn't wait to stride up to the group of doctors who came out of the emergency room. The doctor's collar shook vigorously while asking.

"Sherlock, if you keep shaking, Dean James will foam at the mouth and pass out!" Mycroft picked up his tough black umbrella from the empty seat beside him, and walked over slowly. Then he stretched out his hand and pulled Sherlock's hand that was still holding on to his collar abruptly. Although he didn't care much about James' situation, it's not easy for his brat to do too much under the watchful eyes of everyone. ,no?Mycroft gave Sherlock a low glance, but he didn't reprimand him, his younger brother who was about to turn into a tyrannosaurus. Instead, he patted his black curly hair softly and comfortingly, and finally turned to face the large group of doctors. Asked: "What happened to the people inside?"

"Dean, Dean, how are you doing?"

"Do you want to help him back to the office?"

"My God..."

Facing the chaotic scene, Sherlock became even more impatient. He stomped his feet on the spot and shouted loudly, "Isn't he still dead? Now, who will tell me what happened to John's injury?" ? Everyone's deaf and dumb, aren't they?!!!"

"I was shot in the left chest. Fortunately, the heart and other vital organs were not hit. After our all-out rescue, a life was temporarily saved." Several doctors standing on both sides quickly reached out to catch the dizzy old man. Dean, seeing the dean who obviously had no strength to answer, everyone looked at each other for a while, and the last standing tall and thin young doctor in a white coat and black-rimmed glasses broke through the crowd and stood up. Explain for the Holmes brothers.

"'Temporary'?" The Holmes brothers asked in unison, and frowned at the same time, grasping the key words together instantly, and then asked in dissatisfaction.

"Yes, the patients inside have to be observed in the ICU ward for 24 hours before they can truly determine whether their lives are safe." The tall and thin young doctor looked around and found that no one dared to speak out, so he could only force himself Continuing on.

"The government allocates a huge amount of money to the Royal Hospital every year, allowing you to build the best laboratory and the best team of doctors. You can only give me such an uncertain answer for a mere surgical operation with a gunshot wound. Is it?" If something happened to John, while controlling the crazy Sherlock, Mycroft made a silent decision in his heart that he would freeze all the funds in his hand to be signed for this year's Royal London Hospital What's the use of a hospital that can't even save an ordinary shot wounded?There are plenty of excellent hospitals in London, and the title 'royal' can be replaced at any time.

"Mr. Holmes, don't worry, we guarantee you with 98% certainty that the wounded inside will never have an accident." After recovering from his senses, Dean James quickly assured him that even the handkerchief in his suit pocket Forgot to take it out and used it, and directly wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead with his hands.

"Are you sure?" Sherlock reached out and grabbed the old dean's collar again.

"Yes, yes, I am very sure!!"

"If something happens to John, I'll blow up this hospital of yours." Sherlock said threatening words in a flat tone, and then shook him vigorously to loosen him. Regardless of Dean James' pale face, he turned around, Just get ready to leave the emergency room.

"Sherlock, where are you going?" Mycroft stopped Sherlock in confusion, John is already like this, where is his younger brother going?Could it be that the high-functioning anti-social personality had an attack and really wanted to go and blow up Magnuson's newspaper building by himself?

"Let me be alone for a while, who dares not to disturb me." Sherlock waved his hand back, and strode out of the ICU with a little bit of a sense of fleeing.Sherlock's mind is indeed in a mess right now, he hasn't figured out how to deal with the matter between John and him, so he has to find a place to think about these things seriously while John is asleep, otherwise , there was a real problem between him and John.Didn't the white-haired Dean Fanzheng say that John would be safe in their hospital?If something really happened, he could really make this place history.What's more, with Mycroft around, what should he worry about?

With one hand on his hips and the other holding a black umbrella, Mycroft raised an eyebrow helplessly. After all, he didn't stop Sherlock from leaving. When Sherlock's black figure completely disappeared before his eyes, McCoff continued to talk to John. The attending doctors were discussing John's physical condition softly, and John was pushed out of the emergency room and transferred to the ICU ward for observation.

"Oh John, thank goodness you're finally awake?"

"Mrs. Hudson...?" A familiar female voice came to his ears, causing John to blink his eyes in surprise. It took him a while to realize that the person in front of him was actually Hurd who was supposed to be traveling in Eastern Europe to find a male companion. Mrs. Sen was a little surprised in his heart, but more disappointed, he thought it would be Sherlock.

John himself is not a hypocritical person. Perhaps after a serious injury, people's general psychology will become more fragile than usual, especially after John came back from the ghost gate, this characteristic became more obvious .He extremely hoped that the first person he would see when he opened his eyes would be Sherlock Holmes, his lover, who knows that ideals are beautiful and reality is skinny!Does anyone know where the bastard detective died at this moment? ! !

"John, are you not happy to see me coming?" Mrs. Hudson is always careless, but occasionally she will be sensitive, such as this time... Looking at John's lonely expression, Mrs. Hudson is He could probably guess in his heart that this person must be thinking about the missing great detective Sherlock Holmes.Mrs. Hudson put a large bouquet of snow-white lilies in her hand into a transparent glass bottle with four corners, took a tissue from the white cloth mint green lace tissue box on the counter, wiped her hands, crumpled the tissue and threw it away. Then Shi Shiran stretched out his hand and pulled the beige leather wooden chair by the side of the bed, sat down near the side of the bed, and asked in an understanding tone: "Did you wake up?" Seeing Sherlock, you must feel very disappointed, right?"

"Ahem..." If John still had the strength, he would blushed embarrassingly and scratched his short brown hair. Unfortunately, he has neither the color nor the strength now, and he can't even say a few more words. It was very difficult, and I could only cough twice to express my embarrassment.

Seeing this, Mrs. Hudson hurriedly picked up the boiled water that had been prepared on the side, and the water in the tall glass was almost cold, so it was just right to drink at this time.Before the attending doctor confirmed that John would almost wake up, he specially ordered the nurses in the ward to arrange it in case John woke up.Living in the top VIP ward of London Royal Hospital, the service attitude is naturally very meticulous and thoughtful.Mrs. Hudson pressed the raise button on the side of the head of the hospital bed, and after the head of the bed was raised to a suitable height, she helped arrange the two large white pillows leaning against John's back, stood up, and bent slightly With a water glass in his waist hand, he handed it to John's mouth, and naturally fed him water.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." After drinking half a glass of water, John finally felt a lot more comfortable in his throat. He couldn't help but feel grateful when he looked at Mrs. Hudson, and his heart was even more moved. It was the first time he felt the feeling of being taken care of by others.

"You're welcome, dear." Mrs. Hudson put back the water glass, sat back down again, smiled and winked at John.

"How long have I been in a coma?" Although there is no specific memory, John still feels a rust-like heavy soreness in his bones. It seems that he should have been in a coma for a long time.

"It is said that it has been three days and three nights. John, what are you and Sherlock doing? We haven't seen each other for a few days. How did you make yourself look so miserable? I have never objected to your investigation, but It’s not allowed to make myself like this, I will be very angry!” Mrs. Hudson kept a straight face, and she went to John when she opened her mouth to teach her a lesson.Mrs. Hudson has always known that Sherlock's investigation is very dangerous, but this time it was too much. It made John lie in the hospital for three days before waking up. It is said that he was sent to the ICU for a while. Closely monitoring changes in vital signs, these news made Mrs. Hudson worry for a while, and she didn't care about any handsome Eastern European guys. She directly flew back to London with Inspector Lestrade, who had completed the mission and took a vacation together. Arrived this morning , rushed to the royal doctor to visit John at noon.Thinking of Inspector Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson said, "Inspector Lestrade came back with me. He went back to Scotland Yard to write a report. He will come to visit you when he finishes his work."

"I disturbed your interest in traveling." John said a little apologetically.It was supposed to be a rare overseas trip for Mrs. Hudson and Inspector Lestrade, but it was forced to stop because of his being shot and hospitalized. It has to be said that it is a very regrettable thing.Although none of this was John's original intention, he still feels a little bit sorry.

"If you say that again, I'm going to be angry~" Mrs. Hudson put on a tiger face, and stretched out her hand to adjust John's bed back to the original position.

"Where's Sherlock?" After being silent for a while, John finally asked the person he was most anxious to see in his heart.

"Don't mention that restless child to me. I haven't seen him since I came back!" John was so injured that he slept in the hospital, and the big detective wasn't around to take care of him. What's the matter?Is it something that a qualified partner should do?Mrs. Hudson silently decided in her heart that after going back to 221B, she would call the old Sherlock Holmes couple in Oklahoma and discuss the importance of parenting morality and growth education together.

"is it?"

"John, don't be sad. It may be that Sherlock was delayed by something, but he still cares about you."

According to Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock is hiding from him on purpose now?John narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips that were blue due to excessive blood loss, and said nothing more.

"John, don't worry, as long as I catch Sherlock, I will definitely teach him a lesson for you! You are already married, and you are still so self-willed." Mrs. Hudson saw John's silence Here, that's the expression of heartbroken loss, look!have a look!How did Sherlock make John sad?Mrs. Hudson silently decided in her heart that she must be merciless this time, even if she didn't use a frying pan, she would use a broom to greet the detective! !Let's see if he dares to hurt John again, let's see if he dares to hurt John again! ! ! "Men don't have a good thing! Before you get married, hold you in your palm like a jewel, and after you get married, you will be ignored, just like my dead husband!"

"..." It seems that he is also a man, right?Also, even before and after marriage, Sherlock would not treat him like a gem or abandon him as Mrs. Hudson said. The great detective does not have such a high emotional intelligence to do these things Things, instead of letting him worry about these things, it would be easier to just give him a dozen cases to solve.

"Mrs. Hudson, how is John? I have sent people to search for places where he might go, but I haven't been able to find Sherlock yet." During the gap between John and Mrs. Hudson's conversation, Wearing a Scottish-style wool scarf around his neck, wearing a long gray trench coat, and carrying a pair of black leather gloves, Inspector Lestrade opened the door of the ward and walked in like a whirlwind, talking to Hudson The wife complained.After finishing speaking, he was surprised to find that John had woken up, and had obviously heard the news from him just now.Uh... that's really not good!Is it too late to shut up now?

"Hi~John, are you awake? How are you feeling?" Inspector Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson exchanged quick glances with each other, then retracted their gazes before nodding to John, and abruptly changed the subject.

"It's okay. You said you didn't find Sherlock?" John is not a person to be fooled. When it comes to Sherlock, his little brain that is called a goldfish by the big detective has signs of rust, but It will be upgraded instantly.

"Uh... yes, when I returned to England Field, I sent people to search for all the places where Sherlock might be hiding, but so far, I haven't received any news about his whereabouts." Seeing John With serious and bright eyes, Inspector Lestrade finally confessed honestly.

"What did Mycroft say?" John continued.

"Mycroft's words are too profound, I can't understand." Detective Lestrade pulled a chair in the corner of the ward, and sat next to Mrs. Hudson's bed next to John's hospital bed, imitating McCaughey's words. Kauf's usual expression of speaking is strange, and he learned from John: "'Don't deliberately look for Sherlock, he just can't figure out some things, and it will naturally appear when he connects.' What is Sherlock trying to figure out? What happened? You left John, who has always been clingy, alone in the hospital and ignored him."

"John, did something happen between Sherlock and you?" Mrs. Hudson was an emotional woman who skillfully started from the emotional aspect of the couple and asked.

"No." John smiled covertly, but didn't say that.It was a secret between him and Sherlock, and maybe the insider inevitably added Mycroft. This secret is very important and dangerous, and it cannot be exposed in broad daylight, even if Mrs. Hudson and Lace Detective Inspector Drew will definitely keep the secret for him, and John dare not try to reveal it lightly, because even John can't predict what the consequences of revealing will be.

"Really? That's strange. By the way, John, do I need to send more people to continue to expand the scope to find Sherlock?" Detective Inspector Lestrade fiddled with the glove in his hand and asked.

"No, thank you. I have been running around about my affairs just after I came back. I know this matter well, so don't worry about it. Sherlock's matter, as Mycroft said, wait for him If you figure it out, you will naturally appear in front of me, otherwise, it will be useless to continue searching." After all, if Sherlock really wants to avoid other people's search, it is simply too easy a thing.Although the EQ of the great detective is low, his IQ and skills are unmatched by everyone.

"Anyway, what happened this time is also Sherlock's fault." Mrs. Hudson complained angrily.

"I also think that Sherlock is too unkind. John, if you need help, just ask. You don't have to be polite to me." Inspector Lestrade took up Mrs. Hudson's words with the same hatred.

"No need, Mycroft must have arranged everything for me, thank you." John blinked and refused with a gentle smile.

"I will make a lot of delicious food when I go back. I will take it to the hospital to feed you. Look at you, John! I have only been away for a few days, and you have become skinny. How can you go on like this? Okay?!" Mrs. Hudson stretched out her hand to touch John's obviously sunken cheek with great distress. It usually feels more round and soft to the touch. What has become of it now?It must be made up! ! !

"Aren't I not injured?" John thought that anyone who was shot in the body, lying on a hospital bed and infused with nutrient solutions and vitamins for three days and three nights, would lose a lot of weight, right?It's not normal to be thin!

"What would you like to eat? John... John?"

Probably the coffee in the hanging bottle started to work again. Before Mrs. Hudson finished asking, John couldn't help but gradually closed his eyes and fell asleep.The gunshot wound this time was so serious that John's body was a little unbearable, and he had just woken up from a coma, and he spent so much energy talking continuously, this was already his limit.Falling asleep again is a matter of course.

Mrs. Hudson sighed, stood up and carefully tucked the quilt for John, made a silent motion to Detective Inspector Lestrade, and tiptoed along with Detective Inspector Lestrade. left the ward.As the door of the ward was gently closed, the ward regained its tranquility, so calm that only the slight sound of the machine's 'tick-tick-tick' running echoed non-stop.

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