• John P.O.V
I didn't went to school for the last two days. I didn't sleep well last night and I can't stop thinking about him. I'm worried, I wonder what happened to him. Is he ok, does he have several wounds? Er, I don't know.
I'm home alone. Mother is gone for 3 months. She had to go to Canada for her work. I'm alright with that, I can relax at home. She paid the rent for all the time she's gone and left me lot of money in my bank account. Also, we just moved in but all the boxes are unwrapped. A medium house near the centre of London. It's beautiful, really. The exterior of the house is white, black window frames and a massive dark green frontdoor, very classy. 2 floors and a unfinished small basement. Yeah, a nice place.
I just finished placing my stuffs in my bedroom, finally. Now everything's in place. I look at my phone, wow, only 3:16 P.M? I have all day left for me. I'm going to bike around town a bit. I need to take a shower though. The only thing I did today was sleeping, watch telly and listen to music while unwrapping my stuffs, singing out loud. I'm home alone, I do whatever I want! I went in my bathroom, take a quick shower, dry my hair -I need to cut them a bit, they're reaching my eyebrows now- and put some clothes on. A cream jumper with a blue shirt underneath with a dark skinny jean, nothing special.
I'm off !
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'Ahh, I'm in love with London!' I thought, grinning to myself.
I'm on my bike, rolling around here and there. If I see a street that seem nice, I turn into it. I'm discovering, a real explorer. Ok, maybe not but Oi, I can imagine. I stop and put my bike in a bike parking, lock it and enter a mall. There's a lot of people, not teenagers, they got school. I looked through the windows of different shops. Clothing, Electronic, Beauty care and oh, a music store. Awesome. I love music but sadly, I can't play anything at all except piano. I got two left hand. I appreciate more listening than playing music. I brought a CD, Black Holes & Revelations by Muse. I adore them, wish I could see them live one day.
I walk 10 more minutes in the mall then, left. I took my bike and continue my ride. I saw a big old-looking building who caught my attention. It's an hospital, St.Barts. I remembered Sherlock Holmes, that poor fellow I found almost dead in a dark alley.
That's what the guy said, St.Barts, isn't it? That mean he's in there?! Oh god, I need to see him. I enter and walk toward the secretary.
"Hi. I was wondering... Do you have a patient named Sherlock Holmes in this hospital?"
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• Sherlock P.O.V
"When will I be able to leave?", I asked to the doctor.
"Well, son. You got pretty severe injuries, we'll need to keep you another 2 day at least. I can't do anything else for you."
I nodded.
His beeper ring, obviously he's late for an operation.
"Oh oh, I'm late! Operation, can you guess? See you later, boy."
He left quickly, almost running.
I'm alone, finally. All of theses nurses and doctor coming to see me, talk to me, ask if I'm alright. They pissed me off. Why don't they leave me alone. Jesus Christ!
Knocking at my door, again.
"M.Holmes, can I enter? You have a visitor."
I groaned.
"I don't want to see my brother, I already told you.", I said.
"M.Holmes, it's not him."
Then, who is it? He didn't said it. The nurse opened the door, enter with, next to her, a small blond-haired teenage boy. I immediately recognise him, the boy who came and save me, without a single reason. I want to know, I've been asking why he did it in my mind since I woke up.
He's blushing and avoid any eye contact that last more than 5 seconds with me.
"Hi, Sherlock.", he finally said.
I stare at him then, at the nurse. She understood my Can-you-go-away look. She told us a stupid excuse and left.
There we are. I would have said something but I don't know, I can't. John clears his throat and sat in the chair next to me.
"How are you?", he said. His fingers cannot stop moving.
I didn't answered.
"Er, I don't know if you remember me, I'm John, John Watson. I'm the one who called an ambulance for you..."
"Yes, I do remember. But I don't understand what you're doing here, John?"
He was surprised by my answer. He clears his throat awkwardly, looking all over the place.
"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. It just that I was passing by and I saw the name of the hospital and-"
"You thought about me..."
"Exactly. I'm really sorry, I'm going now."
Interesting. He was about to open the door of the room. He stopped brutally, looking at me with wide eyes. I first wonder why, then I realise that I shouted his name. I felt a warm sensation in my cheeks.
"Um-er, you can stay... If you want. I'm sorry...John."
He smiled, I don't know why and sit back next to me. We talked a bit, it's something really weird, having a real conversation, with someone. Most of the time, people ignore me or think I'm a show-off jerk but John don't, I can see.
"So, you have a brother, is he older or...?"
"Yes, his name's Mycroft. We don't have a good relationship. I could even say he's one of my worst enemy."
He chuckled, I stare at him with a questioning look.
"Oh, sorry. I have a same relation with Harry, my older sister."
"I see."
He's stares into the darkness, just by mentioning his sister's name.
"Oh, sorry. I was...thinking."
"John."
"Y-Yes?"
"Stop being sorry for no good reason."
He blushed a bit.
"Ah, yes, sor-...", he shut himself. "Oh, forget it."
We laughed.
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John and I talk 45 minutes but, he had to go. He left me his cellphone number, he wants to keep in contact. Why would he wants that? Nobody want to keep in contact with me. Whatever, it's just weird. Also, he gave me a CD, a group called Muse, never heard of. I'm not a 'music' person except that I have a true passion for classical arrangement. I'm going to listen to it, back home. A nurse came to see me afterwards.
"How was that visit? It your longest you ever had by now! Who is he, except your brother and that old lady, we didn't saw anyone else visit you."
Ugh, I hate human interactions, they are so annoying. Look at her, she's grinning just because someone visit me. Her smile dropped when she saw me staring at her. She cleared her throat, blushed a bit, opened her mouth to tell something but she resist and told me.
"Er, the doctor will come see you, he told me he had good news for you...", she grieved.
"Good.", I answered her in the more cold voice I could, just to make sure she never talks to me again.
As she said, the doctor arrived in my room not much time after.
"Ah, Sherlock! Good news I have for you, little boy!"
"For God's sake, Doctor, I'm your patient not a close friend of yous."
He seemed surprised.
"Well, M.Holmes, please accept my apologises. I just wanted to be nice with you."
"It is not necessary. Now, go on. What's that 'good news' you have for me."
"You can go home, Sherlock. I reviewed your X-ray and finally you'll be fine. Quite exceptional! The only thing you'll have to do is to do not fight or too much exercise. I just need to give you another appointment, just to be sure if everything's alright.
He handed me his card, said he would call when he's available.
"Thank you, Doctor."