Baker Street Check-In Record [Sherlock Holmes]

Cecily was sent to the nearest mission hospital by Sherlock. He was covered in sweat, and he didn't know whether he was tired from driving or a cold sweat from fright—he wasn't in the mood to think about it.

He is not unfamiliar with this hospital, he knows that Sylvester was a trainee here before.

When he put her on the stretcher, she still held on to his sleeve and didn't let go, but she didn't open her eyes either.His heart was sore and swollen, but he couldn't say anything.

After the pale girl was wheeled into the emergency room, and Sherlock finally signed all the paperwork related to the operation, he was finally free to call for someone to deliver a message, to his brother, and to Sylvester Manor.

In the empty corridor, Sherlock leaned against the wall as if he lost his strength. He felt that his heart was going to jump out of his chest, and even shattered the white wall behind him—his heartbeat was too fast and strong, He had no doubt that this was the most tense and depressing moment for him.He repeatedly recalled how she blushed, looked at his face in confusion... no, the way Moran looked on her face, and suddenly threw herself on him and slammed herself into the carriage.

It seemed that he was so close to her for the first time.

In fact, he had carried her out of the kidnapping she experienced last time, but he had no memory of it at all.

And this time...

Hot body temperature, restless heartbeat, and her own smell.

Sherlock opened his hand.His remaining thinking ability told him that she was not in great danger. His anatomy almost got her true biography. In a short period of time, he judged that the bullet should have missed a vital organ. Moran The penetrating force should be small, and the penetrating power must not be that exaggerated, and Cecily's blood didn't flow too much, and she probably didn't hit a large blood vessel—his poor medical knowledge is hiding in his 'attic' at this moment In the corner of the corner, he seemed to be trying his best to comfort himself.

He suddenly remembered that he was still facing someone else's face, went into the bathroom to wash off the things on his face, raised his head, and saw himself in the mirror with black eyes and pale face, he hadn't seen such a haggard self for a long time.

She did not open her eyes, but relied on herself.He couldn't think about whether she was just too vulnerable or if she really just recognized him and depended on him.And he was willing to rely on her.

Too lazy to dry his face, Sherlock took off his wig and threw it into the trash can, and sat straight on the chair in the corridor.

After an unknown period of time, a nurse came out and told him that the bullet had been taken out and the patient was not life-threatening, but he still had a fever and needed to stay in the hospital for observation.

He couldn't leave her alone, but walked into her ward silently, and sat by the side to wait.

In fact, what he thought about was the way she wore a skirt. When she stood in front of Browns with a veil and lowered her head that day, he could hardly restrain his gaze and imprinted her appearance in his mind.And he didn't want her looking at Browns, wanting him alone in her green eyes.

He doesn't understand feelings.

Yes...he doesn't understand feelings.

He thought that he had always been a person who knew what he was after and wanted, but now it seemed that he had overestimated himself.It was too late for him to understand her feelings. If he knew that he would fall in love with her so much, he would have confessed his love to her as early as the first time they met.

He wasted too much time, using that time to restrain himself from thinking about her, restrain himself from keeping a distance from her.

Now she is on an infusion.

Hands will be cold, right?He suddenly remembered how she was joking with him briskly in a white coat when he was lying on the hospital bed.

He remembered that his hands were cold at that time.

Sherlock reached out and took hers in his palm.

Her hands were cooler than he had imagined. Her hands were delicate and soft, with only a thin layer of calluses on her fingers. This was one of her specialties and one of his favorites.

He stared at her deeply, eagerly praying for her to look back.

"Sorry……"

He didn't know why he said that, but he knew that he should say sorry.

There were chaotic footsteps in the corridor, and Sherlock raised his head almost dully.

The door was pushed open vigorously, accompanied by the sound of the nurse's dissatisfaction.

Her brother, gasping for breath, moved away from where Sherlock had been sitting.

- "I'm taking her home."

He said.

Leslie's eyes on Sherlock were not friendly at all, not exaggerating, even very hostile.It didn't help that his friends called his name to remind him.

Sherlock didn't speak, and let the other party's hostile gaze fall on him.

Standing by the side, Watson was a little at a loss. At first, he was shocked by the name Sylvester, and then he was startled by his friend's worried expression.

"Doctor Watson, it won't be a problem for you to go through the procedure, right?" Leslie had already begun to instruct the people around him, "As for you, Mr. Holmes, please leave your sister's ward."

Watson looked at the people on the hospital bed, looked at Sherlock, and then at the remaining two people. He felt that such an occasion was really not suitable for him-he knew that the girl was such a creature, and when he was dating the neighbor girl on Baker Street , was almost beaten to death by her brother.He hadn't thought about girls with older brothers since then, God knows what amazing things those angry older brothers would do.

He even admired Sherlock a little bit, and what Sherlock was facing was obviously the best among sister-in-laws.

Sherlock didn't move, like a stone statue.

This made Watson admire him even more, especially after seeing Leslie's out-of-control expression.

Mycroft, who had already understood the situation, even had a heart for watching the show. He uncivilly kicked his brother's calf, signaling for him to get out.

But Sherlock still did not move.

Leslie was about to curse.real.

"Sherlock," said Mycroft reluctantly, "where's your pride in your calmness?"

This time Mycroft reached out, and he saw his friend's dangerous expression - well, it was one thing to watch a play, but it wouldn't do Sherlock or him any good if Leslie really went berserk.

Finally Sherlock moved reluctantly, and was half-dragged by his brother and thrown out.

Leslie finally sat on the edge of Cecily's bed, his eyelashes began to tremble, and he carefully pressed his forehead against her, feeling her unusually high body temperature.

His voice was almost scattered in the ward.

... There will never be another time, brother assure you.

Outside the ward, the two brothers stood side by side.

And Sherlock looked particularly depressed.

"I never thought you would be so reckless and stupid, Sherlock," Mycroft squeezed his throat deliberately, speaking close to the aria, "I thought you understood what it meant to leave it to me."

"I remembered how she was kidnapped last time." His voice was like a dry river. "I remember that time, she was so timid that she was about to cry."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows: "You want to prove that your memory is not bad?"

Sherlock did not answer.

Having said that, they all knew what he meant.

He remembered how timid the girl he rescued was, like any woman he'd ever known.But he also knew how different the people he brought out from his adventure this time were. He hoped that she would show some cowardice in front of him, so that he could feel that he could be relied on—he was emotional because of her independence and intelligence, but he was emotionally moved. I hope she will be weak in front of him after having feelings.

A little contradictory, but he really thought so.

"If you really like her, I have to tell you that your marriage is a little hanging, and you're going to drive Leslie crazy this time," Mycroft seemed not worried about Cecily in the ward at all, but gloated "I never thought you'd hang on to a girl like a hen who has lost her baby, I never thought you'd take such a risk—I have to tell you, we're actually quite sure of getting her out, and Not pretending to be a knight like you to rescue your little princess—"

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. He thought his brother would interrupt him, but he didn't.

Well, for the sake of being his younger brother, he can point the way.

"If you like her, tell her," he whispered, "Leslie can't screw her up. Although you have no property, no title, or even a reputation, and you lost your reason and wisdom just now, as long as she wants, Leslie can't screw her."

Watson just finished the formalities, walked to the ward with the nurse, and heard this heavy news by accident.

What did he hear?

Mycroft noticed the stunned doctor and greeted happily: "Hi...doctor."

Watson was embarrassed for half a second, and told the gentleman his name: "Watson."

"Alright Dr. Watson," Mycroft motioned himself to remember the name, "then my younger brother may need some help from you for his relationship problems. I'm not good at psychological counseling."

The nurse was very indifferent to such a scene, she directly called Mr. Sylvester out of the ward.

"Miss Sylvester's condition is not suitable for discharge now, sir," she is very familiar with this surname, she once had a colleague with the same surname, "at least leave after her fever subsides."

"At home, she can..." Leslie originally wanted to say that Cecily could get better care from the servants at home, but suddenly remembered what his sister had said, "Okay, wait until her fever subsides."

Xixi said, as long as you go to the hospital and don't self-righteously contradict the doctors and nurses, they know more than you.

Leslie decided to show some respect to Sissy's former colleagues.

The nurse obviously didn't expect to make it clear so quickly, and her expression softened a little: "Then, I'll take her temperature first now."

Then I looked back at the people gathered in front of the ward: "Now the patient has rested, I hope you keep quiet-although the head nurse did not drive you out."

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Cecily felt that she had had a long dream. In the dream, she seemed to be an Asian, a carefree little girl with few friends. Obviously, she enjoyed such a life. Reading with a book.

She couldn't see the title of the book, but she knew that she liked this book very, very much, especially the protagonist of this book, and even wanted to be a doctor because of this, because she felt that only a doctor could give the protagonist the greatest help.

Later she forgot why she wanted to be a doctor, but she still liked the book and became a doctor.

The memory gradually dissipated, and she saw herself now.

She grew up under the pampering of the whole family, and then the family changed drastically. Her brother, who was originally idle, became her only support. She always stayed at home, or practiced the piano or read a book and waited for him to come back.Later, the family situation improved, and she returned to socializing with noble ladies again, but she read too many books and knew that there were other forms of life in the world, so she began to be dissatisfied with this kind of life.

Then she learned to go to museums or libraries pretending to be a servant or a proletarian girl, thinking she was hiding it from her brother, who actually let her do it.

Gradually she remembered.

Leslie never really let her slip out alone, always sent someone after her, but she still had an accident, she dressed as a proletarian girl, but she didn't take off her bracelet, which exposed Leslie's rivals kidnap her.

She was terrified and didn't know what to do.

It was Mr. Holmes who saved her, and she forgot that it was he who saved her.

Maybe it was at that time that she felt that he was a very reassuring person, so later... even though she was sick and forgot a little bit, when she saw him, when she heard him chatting with her brother, she inevitably... Yes , inevitably fell in love with him, like all foolish love at first sight.

Like a bystander, she watched her hastily propose and even found it a little funny.

They were supposed to be good friends, but because of a marriage proposal, her subsequent friendship became a bit shady.

She felt like she was swinging in the sky, and her consciousness came and went.

She heard it, as if someone was saying sorry to her.

In fact, she should apologize...

But why apologize.

72.

Neither Watson nor Mycroft stayed outside the ward for too long. Sherlock wanted to wait, but Mycroft didn't bother to pull him, so he patted Watson on the arm and took Watson away.

Mycroft still had to clean up Sherlock's mess.

Sherlock didn't like the bench outside the ward. Its design didn't conform to human mechanics at all. It would hurt your back if you leaned on it, and your legs would become numb if you didn't sit on it for a long time.

But now he can't care about anything, he seems to have lost his senses, only one heart is still being touched by the girl in the ward.

She blocked a bullet for him. Obviously, Moran drew his gun without hesitation when he saw another 'Molan' and saw his hostage being taken away. He definitely didn't aim at Cecily, but It's directed at myself.

He obviously wanted to save her, but she suffered flesh and blood because of him.

She didn't throw him down by accident, but stood in front of him.

This knowledge made Sherlock's mind go blank. He never expected anyone to stand in front of him, and he didn't think he needed it, but her move was like a lead, and everything about her in his mind Dusty emotional detonation

He arched his back, buried his face in his palm, and let out a deep breath.

He suddenly found himself so desperate—maybe because he lost his sanity once, so it was so easy the second time—he was eager to tell her his mood, the mood he almost lost by deceiving himself.

If it was her, he would not resist, on the contrary, he was happy to accept it.

But this time, it is better to let him take the initiative.

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The bullet hit the lower corner of Cecily's left shoulder blade, which had no other effect other than the bone injury. Her fever subsided that night, but she hadn't woken up yet. After two days of observation in the hospital, Leslie finally took him home and raised him well at home.

This meant that Sherlock would not see Cecily at all, and Leslie would not even let him set foot in Sylvester Manor—even though Leslie would not allow him to enter the ward in the hospital.

Mycroft could have said good things for Sherlock, but they even drew their guns at the gate of Phil's British Indian Club that day-this is not easy to deal with, and his eyeliner has been exposed. Please do the cleanup.

With the help of the people behind him, Moran was easily cleared of the suspicion, and Kawei was jailed for kidnapping, attempted murder, and intentional injury.

Mycroft should have dealt with Moran this time, but if he was brought under this charge now, Miss Sylvester's reputation would be in jeopardy. Although Leslie was gnashing her teeth, what exactly did she know? time to do something.

The unfinalized equity transfer and real estate transfer contracts turned into waste paper. The Browns family almost broke their faces with Leslie. Fortunately, Mr. Browns Jr. mediated and maintained an illusion of peace. .

As for Moriarty, the gentleman who had been behind him seemed to be all right.This has been the case from the very beginning, he never did anything with his own hands, whether it was at the very beginning, provoking Swift to solve his less useful lackeys and disobedient targets, or deviously starting from Hunter Manor to imprison the sister of the enemy , and the kidnapping directly instructed now, all of this cannot be suspected in his head anyway.

However, Mycroft knew that he would not be able to be proud for long. Leslie is an out-and-out familyist. Although he can bear it and pretend to be ignorant at this time, he will never give up revenge—he hates Others threatened his relatives, and the feeling that his sister was being hurt under his protective wing completely angered him.

And Sherlock... Although Sherlock didn't ask this time, Mycroft knew that his brother was far from ignorant, he just didn't ask and decided to find the answer himself.Mycroft always felt that there was something rather romantic in Sherlock that he didn't have.Mycroft was also sure that if someone did hurt someone Sherlock cared about, he would take revenge himself.For example, now, he is already searching for Moran's evidence.

Mycroft had never loved, but he knew that if misfortune happened to the one he loved, he would probably do more than Sherlock.

Everything seems to have returned to calm, but under the calm and tranquility at this time, there are still undercurrents surging.

And the girl whose physical trauma has recovered has not woken up for a long time.

One day half a month later, Mycroft came to visit with her scented tea.

Before the visit, he specially sent a letter to tell his brother that although he couldn't see his brother's hopping expression with his own eyes, it would make Mycroft very happy to disturb Sherlock.

Leslie's dark circles are already very exaggerated. Recently, he has an extra task, which is to clean the tail of 'Larry Sylvester'. After all, Cecily hasn't been to work in the hospital for half a month, and he can't predict it. Guess when Sisi will wake up.

"I heard that there is an animal in distant China." Mycroft handed the flower tea to the butler. "Your eye sockets remind me of those innocent creatures."

He still remembers the specimens of small animals that were exhibited in the Paris Museum a few years ago. Although he has no preference for animals, the panda opened up the metaphors he used for metaphors.

Leslie wasn't interested in how Mycroft used to describe himself: "I thought you weren't done with your bills yet."

"It's over, I think you'll see your benefits right away," Mycroft looked completely relaxed, "I just came to care about your sister—"

"For your stupid brother? Then you can get out." Leslie's tone was not good at all.

"No, no, it's actually for your sister." Mycroft would not do such a stupid thing, "In fact, your sister has a paper, and her tutor sent it out for her, signed by her, about The discussion of 'genetic factors' and 'genetic diseases' actually caused a stir in the medical world, and many people tried to contact Larry Sylvester..."

"I know, in fact, a letter has been sent to me, and I haven't figured out what to do with it," Leslie said with a very distressed expression, but the pride in his tone couldn't be concealed, "I originally I just want her to be an ordinary surgeon, who knows that she has spent a lot of time on scientific research."

Mycroft knew this kind of pride, and he didn't expose his friend's arrogance, but got to the point: "Some people use this to speculate that Queen Victoria and those princes and princesses are sick."

This news was not received by Leslie, and he could not help but sit up straight.

Mycroft deliberately stopped talking, and said cheerfully: "Thanks to your sister, my brother's reputation has also risen because of it. I heard that in the past half a month, some nobles have entrusted my brother to handle the case. "

Leslie wrinkled his nose, snorted heavily, folded his arms and stopped talking.

Mycroft shrugged his shoulders—a movement so ungracious that it made his flesh shudder.

He tactfully returned to the topic: "Well, I just want to remind you that Larry Sylvester is not suitable to appear in front of people, even though you and I both know that Her Royal Highness can only use dresses to arm herself, But we still can't violate royal dignity in this period, can we?"

Cecily’s paper mentioned the harm of inbreeding, and even thought that it was incest in a certain sense, and pointed out that incest is strongly prohibited in some myths because they have already suffered the precedent of “retribution”. Actual physical conditions are linked to moral ethics.

And Queen Victoria was undoubtedly affected—whether it was the so-called "royal disease" or the tradition of marriage among nobles, according to Dr. Sylvester, some unhealthy "genetic factors" would cause her to suffer from a small group. gather.

That's one of the reasons the paper wasn't widely circulated.

"The real Larry died at sea a long time ago," Leslie sighed. "In fact, I have a long-distance relationship with him, but maybe because Sissy used his identity, I may have some cordial feelings." .”

"It's not important, the important thing is what are you going to do after your sister wakes up?" Mycroft calmly shifted the topic to the part he was concerned about, "If she still wants to practice medicine, then London must Not a nice place."

Leslie pressed between his eyebrows: "As for Moriarty, I remember that many people on his side already know Sisi's identity."

Mycroft smiled strangely: "Then you don't have to worry, Moriarty has other things to do recently, and Moran, the only one who knows the identity of his sister, has not been taken seriously recently, and Moran's side He also doesn't know the little sensation caused by this paper, he has no access to this information."

Leslie fell silent.

The butler brought up the brewed scented tea. Apparently, the butler who had been serving the nobles didn't understand why the master's friends liked to drink this kind of tea. This made him have a bad impression of the guests who spoiled the master.

Mycroft felt a little helpless when he saw the disgust in the housekeeper's eyes, but he didn't bother to dismantle this friend who pretended to be picky about him. After all, the rabbit bites in a hurry, and Leslie would have to save face.

The two chatted about work for half an hour, and Mycroft had to leave. He also wanted to go to the Diogenes Club for a while to soothe his nervous nerves.

Before leaving, Mycroft still couldn't hold back and provoked his friend a little.

"I should thank you, Leslie."

"Ok?"

"Sherlock seems to be starting to manage his own finances lately, and I think he'll be able to save some money before long—"

married your sister.

"Get out of my house! Mycroft Holmes!"

The author has something to say: Those who should publish the paper have also published it.It feels like there is no other problem except that the two of them have not confessed their feelings.

ps: Forget about the 18R episode (laughs), I originally wanted to post the benefits of full subscription to Weibo, but it is too ooc and unimaginable. It is really difficult and I can’t write it.

Daily ball commentary, long-term ball commentary, anyway, let me know that there are still people.mwah.

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