save Sherlock

Five days had passed since the incident, and Sherlock was still alive and dead, and the shower head in the bathroom was dripping with water, exuding a rotten smell.

Watson lay blankly in the bathtub, the water had turned cold, but he couldn't move away, probably because Sherlock was also under the icy waterfall.

Soaking in the cold water for a long time, it seems that the body is numb and can't feel anything, but the heart still hurts. Watson dives a little bit and immerses himself in the bathtub. When the cold water covers the face, the air is robbed clean at once. This feeling of suffocation can block everything, even heartache...

"My God!!!" Mrs. Hudson's shrill scream echoed through the bathroom.

Watson heard the scream and sat up from the water: "Don't panic, I want to commit suicide."

Mrs. Hudson hurriedly ran to Watson, and said distressedly: "My poor John, Sherlock is just missing now, he is not dead, we will wait for him together."

"Hmm." Watson didn't know if he was smiling, but he did try very hard to reassure Mrs. Hudson.

Mrs. Hudson looked at Watson distressedly. Maybe Watson didn't know it, but he looked very scary, like a walking dead: "Don't be like this, we are a family, and Sherlock."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hudson put her hand on Watson's, trying to ease his knuckles that had turned white from too much exertion.

Watson felt the warmth from Mrs. Hudson's palm, and looked down at her dry but warm hand, as if a warm current really entered his heart, stopping the heart-piercing pain.

"Thank you." Watson held Mrs. Hudson's hand back, feeling much better at this moment, because this is Sherlock's home, our home, and he will definitely come back.

"No need to thank you." Mrs. Hudson rubbed Watson's hand, hoping that he would cheer up soon. After all, Sherlock will definitely come back, except here and there. Watson, who else is so submissive to him.

Watson sighed and wanted to stand up. It seemed that the water was really cold. He said awkwardly to Mrs. Hudson: "I'm fine, you can go out first."

"Okay, okay..." Mrs. Hudson suddenly realized that she turned around immediately, and she didn't realize that Watson was innocent. It was so embarrassing.

Watching Mrs. Hudson trot out of the bathroom, Watson felt inexplicably moved. This world is so beautiful that he doesn't want to leave.

"Then what..." The tiger-headed dog was lying on one side, with only half of its head exposed. Just now, seeing Watson dying, he thought he was really going to commit suicide. Fortunately, Mrs. Hudson arrived in time.

Watson followed the prestige, and only saw half of the bull-headed dog's head, and the bull-headed dog looked timid: "I won't eat you again."

The tiger-headed dog immediately rushed to Watson and looked at him as flatteringly as possible. After all, what Watson knows best is to vent his anger, and has repeatedly threatened to make dog meat stew: "I'll come to see you, and by the way, tell you if Sherlock die."

"Really?" Watson looked at the tiger-headed dog in surprise, eager to confirm the authenticity of the words.

"Yes, if he dies, the system in your brain will stop functioning, but not now, why are you so stupid, you don't even have this judgment." Hutou looked at Watson contemptuously, this was the first time It is worth remembering to see Watson embarrassing like this.

"Not dead? Sherlock is not dead? Really not dead..." Watson kept repeating this sentence, just wanting to make sure that Sherlock is really not dead. As long as he is not dead, anything is fine, even if he wants to return immediately The original world is fine.

To the Bulldog's surprise, Watson ignored its sarcasm for the first time, without any threats, and the Bulldog didn't understand why Watson was like this, it was just a program and didn't understand human feelings, but there was no doubt that Watson The change of love is related to Sherlock. Love is the most troublesome creation of human beings. It is complicated and difficult to understand. I don't know why everyone is so flocking to it.

"Hey, you don't have to be sad now." The tiger-headed dog tried to comfort Watson as much as possible. After all, Watson was the first person it met and the first task it took on.

"Well... I'll wait for Sherlock to come back." Watson wiped off the water stains on his body, walked out of the bathroom, and couldn't help but stop when he passed the door of Sherlock's room.

Everything in the room was still the same. It was hard for Watson to believe that during the two months he ignored it, the room was still the same. In terms of the thickness of the dust, it was not Sherlock who cleaned it himself, but he did not clean it at all. I didn't touch anything in the room, I slept in the living room all the time, and even went back to the room to get things carefully...

This made Watson very sad and very guilty. He had promised to take care of all of Sherlock, but now he forgot to make him happy.

Watson lifted the quilt, lay on Sherlock's bed, and seemed to be able to feel his body temperature, all of which were too difficult to let go...

Time passed day by day, Watson tried his best to clean the house, and waited for Sherlock to come back, but almost three months had passed since the day of the accident, and Watson had been waiting until he went crazy, worrying whether Sherlock was caught by Moriarty .

Watson picked up his coat, regardless of the rain outside, stopped a taxi to go to Mycroft's house, but the car was stuck in traffic halfway through, Watson opened the door, and braved the heavy rain all the way to the Mycroft's door.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..." Watson rang the doorbell vigorously.

"Oh, you're here?" Mycroft opened the door himself, was slightly startled when he saw Watson in a mess, and then had to be very sympathetic.

"Any news about Sherlock?" Watson asked impatiently.

"Um..." Mycroft lowered his head in embarrassment, trying not to look at Watson: "The rescue is still going on."

"You really haven't heard from Sherlock?" If Sherlock was still alive, Watson couldn't think of any reason why he wouldn't come back, but what if he was trapped by Moriarty?

"No...no." Mycroft looked at Watson in embarrassment, very embarrassed: "Don't worry."

"How can I not be worried?" Watson exhaled heavily, trying to remain calm: "Where is Moriarty? Is Moriarty still alive?"

"This..." Mycroft looked at Watson guiltily, restraining his impulse: "I don't know, but Sherlock's current reputation has not been recovered, maybe it is a good thing to come back later."

"..." Watson always felt that Mycroft should tell him something, instead of always being ambiguous like now, but... Except for himself, this world is where Mycroft cares most about Sherlock, so he shouldn't He was too harsh on him: "Thank you, I understand, I'll go back first, and you must inform me as soon as there is anything."

"Well, sure, I hope you'll be together forever." Mycroft was finally able to say something sincerely without looking at Watson in embarrassment.

"thanks……"

Walking in the rain, Watson didn't seem to feel the cold. He had never been so grateful for the system in his brain. As long as the system existed for a day, it meant that Sherlock was still alive. However... if one day he woke up in the morning, the system suddenly No more, so what should I do?

Suddenly feeling very cold, this is the fear that rose from the bottom of his heart, Watson had to pull the quilt up, and then felt his brain groggy, and seemed to see Mycroft in a daze...

"Oh, he has a fever." Mycroft sighed helplessly, and touched Watson's forehead: "He didn't even take off his wet clothes."

"..." Sherlock felt uncomfortable, walked to Watson's bedside, looked at him in a daze from burning, and said, "You help him up, and I'll undress him."

"Why do you have to do this? Isn't there a better solution?" Mycroft was very uncomfortable, no matter who could not bear to see Watson's walking dead.

"Who leaked my information to Moriarty?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft, but he didn't mean to blame him. He just didn't want to continue Watson's topic.

"It's two different things. Why didn't you tell him that you were still alive?" Mycroft was actually ashamed, but he had to make a deal with Moriarty for the sake of the country.

"I don't blame you, I just don't want to continue this topic." Sherlock twisted a wet towel and put it on Watson's forehead: "I have to figure out why he left me."

"But he doesn't look like he's going to leave you now." Mycroft folded his arms helplessly, and said dumbfoundingly: "Look at John, how dare you say he doesn't love you? He never thought you were dead , have always believed that you are still alive, and have been waiting for you."

"But I'm back, he'll still leave." Sherlock sighed, with a very headache, because he didn't know the reason for Watson's departure, he couldn't know what Watson was hiding, and he must let him tell himself no matter what. : "I know very well that he will definitely leave when I come back, but you have also seen that he loves me, so what will force him to do this?"

"Don't ask me, you were the one who tried everything possible to let the unknown man stay." Mycroft also felt a headache, what else could he not find out?Even Sherlock and himself couldn't figure it out, but Watson must have a reason for doing so.

"I want to keep him, and I want to stay for the rest of my life, so..." Sherlock looked at Watson's flushed cheeks, feeling a little distressed, but soon became firm: "So I must find out the reason and let him Stay with me."

"But this..." Mycroft glanced at Watson, who had a persistent high fever, with mixed feelings in his heart, but he had to respect Sherlock's wishes: "Okay...you have the final say, so what are you going to do now?"

"Go and eradicate Moriarty's remnants first, and you can only start with Moriarty to find the reason why John left me."

"But..." Mycroft wanted to say something, especially seeing Watson like this, but... Sherlock's decision is difficult to change. He was stubborn and disobedient since he was a child, but when he grew up, he encountered John is a little better, but the essence remains the same.

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