Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

The decline of Sherlock's body came suddenly, and Hamish was caught off guard but not too surprised.

Anyone who, like Sherlock, has never cared about his physical condition or even damaged his body for decades, will only be worse than his current situation.

Sherlock's drug addiction is still not completely quit. The older he gets, the easier his life becomes, and the more he loves the stimulation of nicotine to the mind and spirit.

He was forced to stay in the hospital, received treatment, and was monitored 24 hours a day to prevent him from leaving suddenly and willfully.

Hamish looked at Sherlock lying on the hospital bed with nothing to do, his No. 18 escape failed again, and the whole face was full of depression. Hamish ignored his low pressure and sat down on him. Beside him, with a smile but with sadness in his heart, his always gentle face told him word by word with seriousness at this moment, "Sherlock, don't be self-willed anymore."

The accusation implied in Hamish's tone made Sherlock look at her in surprise, his lips seemed to move, maybe he wanted to refute something, but then he became disappointed, and when the setting sun cast through the window, In the afterglow of the night, there is a bleak loneliness.

His performance became more and more proficient, and after years of refinement, he became more delicate and moving. When he lowered his eyes, it seemed that endless loneliness was on his brows. Hamish pressed him into the quilt unmoved, expressionless, "Sherlock your acting is terrible".

Sherlock's face buried in the quilt broke free, and his eyes fell behind Hamish with a smirk full of wrinkles. Hamish looked behind Sherlock's eyes, and another smirk wrinkled face came into view again , Hamish moved his eyes a little bit unbearably, feeling that his eyes were a little hot.

From the hypocritical resemblance of the smirks, no one would doubt the brotherhood between Sherlock and Mykoff. Facing the wrinkled faces of the two smirks at the same time, Hamish felt his face twitch uncomfortably.

When Mykoff faces Sherlock, he always has an attitude of tolerance that makes Sherlock disgusted, as if looking down from above. In a sense, the two Holmes brothers have an astonishing desire for control.

Hamish couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the same controlling and paranoid part of Sherlock's ego that he was able to completely ignore Mykoff's control over his life.

Even in the case of illness, the atmosphere between the two brothers is still not friendly.Sherlock still stared indifferently, almost ignoring Mykoff.

Mykoff still maintains a smile that will always make Hamish's teeth ache, "Dear brother, I am really deeply saddened by your illness."

"You gained 5 pounds."

"0.5 only."

Hamish saw that the smooth smile on Mykoff's round face froze slightly, and after a while, it returned to the old one, and the smile was even more exaggerated, as if with faint malice, "I brought a new doctor." .

He stood up, straightened his coat, stood calmly in front of the door, admired Sherlock's expressionless expression, noticed the flash of light in those gray-blue eyes, and smiled with satisfaction , opened the door.

The familiar tall and straight figure walked in slowly, his blond hair was a little messy, and he tried his best to maintain calm and calm, but even Hamish could see the tension under his expression.

"I'm so touched, my dear brother."He didn't seem to be expecting Sherlock's reply, and when the voice fell, the figure was already outside the door.

It has been a long time since Watson and Sherlock have seen each other. Watson feels that he is the same as when he first met, even though he is watching him with interest, he is still unusually cold and indifferent.

Hamish saw Watson's fingers clenched his fist slightly. Although we hadn't seen each other again for many years, there didn't seem to be any joyful welcome and moving scenes. An awkward silence stayed in the room.Watson coughed, his voice trembling slightly, "Long time no see, Sherlock."

Sherlock didn't make a sound, just sat quietly on the bed, looking calm and indifferent. Hamish smiled slightly. In Sherlock's rich thinking hall, it might not be possible to tell him how to reply to the greeting from his best friend after a long absence.

Watson doesn't yet understand Sherlock's health, and Hamish only half.Both Mykoff and Sherlock kept secret about their illness, hiding mysterious horror.

Every night, Hamish couldn't help but wonder if Sherlock would die.Even though he was sad, he still couldn't veto such a terrible guess.

She gave up the job she just got and concentrated on being with Sherlock. All her thoughts were focused on him, and she didn't even have time to think about how she would spend the rest of her life if she lost Sherlock forever.

Sherlock was getting weaker and weaker, getting worse by the day, and Hamish had never seen him so vulnerable.She liked to hug him and kiss him more and more. She felt as if she was suffering from skin hunger, and she didn't want to leave for a moment.

People who had intersected with Sherlock appeared one by one, brought different greetings, and then left angrily because of Sherlock's poisonous tongue, and then appeared for the second time and third time, Hamish thought, maybe everyone is right Sherlock's reluctance was the same.

Hamish began to grow frighteningly weak, but she was more lively than ever, and she was finally able to muster up the courage to tell him her secret moods and emotions.

She spoke slowly, very slowly, very lightly, but without hesitation, hesitation, stagnation, as if she had rehearsed it thousands of times, whispering in his ear every night.

She finally told her all her heart, but suddenly she didn't dare to look up at him, she began to fear that what she looked into was still those beautiful eyes that were extremely indifferent and calm.

She surrounded him, bowed her head, and leaned on him.Then, he moved.

She felt a kiss on her forehead, with cool tenderness.

She was still silent, surrounded him, did not speak, his body was slowly cooling down in her warm embrace, he closed those beautiful gray-blue eyes forever, and fell into a deep sleep.

Hamish closed those beautiful eyes, also grey-blue, and tears trickled down his face.She gently helped him tidy up his clothes, put on beautiful makeup for herself, lay down beside him, hugged him gently but firmly, feeling the slow disappearance of breath and consciousness.

The rest of life is long, without you, it is meaningless.

May I sleep forever by your side.