Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Cecily didn't know what to pick up when Holmes said that, so she just said dryly, "As long as you know."

At this moment, Cecily suddenly missed Holmes who was lively, cute, silly, sweet, and would find a topic when she was in Green Village. She was a little at a loss for words.

But the atmosphere seems to be good.

Holmes didn't open his mouth to speak, and both of them were careful to see if the other was paying attention to them.At this time, such entangled ambiguity makes people a little reluctant to let go.

Fortunately, soon, a knock on the door broke the silence.

Cecily went to open the door, and she saw the head nurse standing at the door.

"This is Mr. Holmes' overcoat," the head nurse handed the blood-stained clothes to Cecily, "You should also be off work, right? The night shift here tonight...?"

Cecily hesitated for a while, looked back at Holmes, and sighed: "I'm on the night shift tonight, can you tell Dr. Lauer for me, my friend comes in rarely, I have to be the host."

She said the word "host" with a strong tone, trying to relax herself - she felt that the red color on the overcoat was a bit dazzling, and it also made her patient more vulnerable. Compared with the patient she had at hand, Holmes was almost a not sick.

Holmes heard what was going on outside, but said nothing.

Cecily closed the door, turned and walked in, and when she put her coat aside, a pipe happened to fall out.

The sound of the solid wood pipe falling to the ground was a bit dull. This was the first time Cecily saw Holmes' pipe.

The pipe held the eyes of the two until Cecily bent down to pick it up.Her hand was nimble, and she turned it slightly to check the soundness of the pipe--a small mark was made.

Holmes knew the shape of that hand.

Consciously or unintentionally, her hand slipped over the cigarette holder, where he had kissed.

"Want to smoke?" Cecily didn't notice the meaning of his gaze, and smiled half-smile, "Speaking of which, I haven't thanked you yet, and you avoid smoking every time."

Holmes withdrew his thoughts in an instant, and quickly picked up what his friend said, and smiled clearly: "If we can now—"

Then he saw Cecily put the pipe straight into her pocket.

Holmes:? ? ?

Cecily: "Thank you is one thing, patients don't have to think about smoking, I'll keep it for you."

Holmes: ...

The two fell into silence, and after a while, they suddenly laughed again.

Cecily rubbed her forehead: "You, just pretend."

Holmes also felt amused looking at her: "It's not a healthy routine for you to shift the night shift like this."

"Who am I doing this for?" Cecily snorted softly.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again. Cecily thought it might be Holmes' roommate visiting, so she went directly to open the door, but it turned out that it was still a nurse.

"Doctor Sylvester, that Mr. Browns is waiting for you in the office. He seems to have told you in advance?"

It was only then that Cecily realized that she had forgotten something—Bronce had asked her about her working hours before, and also said that she would come to visit her this week.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Cecily thanked her. Turning her head slightly, she could see Holmes lying on the bed in a daze, thinking about something, and whether she heard it.

"My friend is here, I'll go there first, if you need to ring the bell, I will come," Cecily stretched her waist, "Take a good night's sleep."

She picked up the manual on duty and was about to leave, but was stopped.

"Sylvester," Holmes waited until the other party had stopped, "you took my pipe away, you must give me a way to pass the time?"

It was only then that Cecily remembered this matter: "Do you want me to call someone to notify Dr. Watson?"

Holmes laughed. "Compared to this, how about sending a book after you finish talking? Anatomical atlases will do."

After Cecily agreed, she closed the door and left.

The room was silent again. Looking at his fixed legs, Holmes suddenly felt that the time seemed to be too difficult.

Will she still come?

when will she come.

"Didn't you go to the outpatient clinic today? How did I hear that you had another operation?" Browns saw Cecily leaving the office, and quickly stood up, "I'll wait in your office directly, don't you mind?"

Cecily didn't mind at all. She and Browns were already familiar with each other. She quickly took off her white coat and hung it behind the door. It happened to be nothing, so I went to help."

Hearing the name of the suspected love rival, Browns thought slightly.

But at this moment, she really left him to see herself, and maybe she won't go back.

"Don't you eat anymore?" After Cecily sat down, Browns sat down again, and he poured hot water for Cecily, "I wanted to ask you to have dinner, but when I came, you were already gone." On to the operating table."

He is almost like the master of this office.

Cecily suddenly felt a little guilty: "Have you waited for a long time? Sorry, I don't..."

"It's okay, I've already eaten it myself," Browns pushed the water glass to Cecily, "Looks like next time I'll have to tell you the exact time in advance, lest you feel like you're a free agent with no appointments on a whim. "

Cecily rubbed her neck in embarrassment: "Actually, I don't have many friends. No matter who is lying on the stretcher, as long as I can help, I will definitely go."

Browns smiled knowingly: "Including me?"

Cecily didn't expect the other party to ask such a question, and looked at him in surprise: "Of course."

After a while, he said again: "It's better for people to be healthy. I hope you don't appear on the stretcher or in my consulting room."

In other words, people of the upper class like this do not need to appear on stretchers in the consulting room. They all have their own family doctors. When they really need it, they let the doctor go to them instead of taking the initiative to seek medical treatment.

Because there had been exchanges in letters, and the two of them could chat about Leslie when they really didn't know what to say, Browns didn't leave until eight o'clock in the evening.

Cecily rubbed her temples. She had done this many times today, but she just felt very tired.

She was so sleepy that she froze and didn't show it in front of Browns. Now she finally stretched herself. She had been thinking about delivering a book to Holmes. She took a copy of Pathophysiology from the shelf and opened it. Yawning, he went out to see Holmes.

She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After a moment of hesitation, Cecily pushed it open carefully, only to find that Holmes had fallen asleep.

It's still early, maybe it's because I've been really busy recently and I'm a little tired.

Cecily put the book on his bedside, and then carefully backed away, remembering to draw the curtains so that the moonlight would not disturb the dream.

She should have rested earlier, too.

She didn't know that after she walked out the door, the person inside the door who she thought was asleep opened his eyes.

The slightly bright moonlight was covered by the curtains, and the room was pitch black. It was difficult for him to get up, but he turned on the light awkwardly, and took out his pocket watch from the dirty overcoat.

Browns talked to her for an hour and 42 minutes before his friend remembered to bring him the book.

Holmes put out the lamp and lay back.

Actually, it's quite boring.

However, he is also very tired... So now, don't think about it.

He closed his eyes but couldn’t fall asleep anyway, always thinking of his elder brother who didn’t think it was a big deal when he watched the excitement, and secretly said that Mr. Leslie was going to marry Cecily to this or that, if in his eyes those things were not Possibly, then Browns certainly poses the greatest threat...but...

He has no position.

It means that even if Cecily does marry Browns, he has no position or reason other than blessing.

Holmes tried to find out from his memory the appearance of the lady who proposed to him recklessly, but as he himself said, the human brain is an empty attic, and if you want to remember more things, you have to forget something.He couldn't remember what Cecily looked like back then, especially—how clear the image of Cecily was in front of him now, and how vague it was back then.

He rarely regrets anything, but now he actually has some regrets.

He was suddenly curious about how she looked in women's clothing, and also wondered if she would deliberately and carefully wear her favorite brooch.

...that was pretty much the only detail he remembered.

Because she was on night shift, Cecily could only fall asleep in the small bed in the duty room, and she had to get up to work whenever a nurse called her.Fortunately, the weather was calm tonight, and she was able to rest well.This day, she started to work early in the morning, and then she was startled by the injured Sherlock Holmes, and hurriedly underwent another minor operation. She was so tired that she wished to die in the dream, but the day always came .

Cecily brought Holmes a copy after breakfast.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Cecily put the breakfast on Holmes' bedside. "I see that you are not in good spirits."

"Not bad," said Holmes with a slight smile, "for me?"

"Well, I ate in the cafeteria," Cecily yawned, "I have to go to work, I'll bring it to you during lunch, I'm cooking a small stove here... oh yes, Don't send a telegram telling your roommates you're here? I can do it for you."

Holmes was stunned: "If it doesn't bother you."

He looked a little amused at the sleepy eyes half-opened by the man, and he smiled a little.

Cecily nodded indifferently, yawned again, walked outside the ward, and looked back at him after leaving: "That's right, Holmes."

Before he could restrain his smile, it fell into Cecily's eyes.Cecily suddenly forgot what to say, but fortunately she quickly recovered from the trance: "Suddenly forgot what to say, forget it."

Holmes laughed softly, seeing that Cecily was almost running away.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that when he declined her marriage proposal back then, her fleeing appearance seemed to be exactly the same as this incident.

The author has something to say: something happened yesterday, and my mentality was a little broken, so I simply posted Jinjiang to benefit everyone.It seems that there are still two or three hundred points and I don’t know how many red envelopes are enough to send out, so I will post a two-point comment ending in 7. If it is not finished today, it will be tomorrow.

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