Sherlock Oneshots

Grimmy and quiet

[ Victorian era ]

"WATSON! WAKE UP! COME ON!" Lestrade was stood not far watching as officers were pulling Holmes away from Watson who lay unconscious on the bank of the Thames lips blue and skin chalk white. The officers around him trying to get the coat off him others checking the pulse and breathing.

Holmes was doing everything he could not to cry, he looked dead if not for the closed eyes. He didn't understand the why the officers were pushing him away, it was his friend, he could help at lest.

Holmes only followed them when Watson was taken ways in a stretcher. "Lestrade what's going on?" Lestrade had been watching still and hadn't been told anything. "They'll be taking him to hospital. Come on."
Sherlock looked a tad stunned for second before following Lestrade.

He was sat in a chair watching Watson, he had for hours watch him lay there pale and now burning up with fever, still not going round his breath still weak, the doctor said there was a fluid in his lungs most of swallowed the water. Holmes slowly looking around took Watsons hand. "Come on John wake up." It was a whisper, only hopping it would retch Watson.

He had to leave as it was going late he didn't want to leave Watson there on his own, but left nonetheless returning home to Mrs Hudson making him tea, which was down type of soup what type he didn't bother to ask nor think, he simply ate as much as he could his mind only on how he could let someone do that to Watson every mistake he made.

How could he be so careless.

Only thing that ran throw his head were those words for that night. Sat in his bed the cover round him head on the pillow, if he sleeper time would pass sooner, why was it so hard to sleep.

However he didn't find it impossible and drifted off into a restless sleep his head full of the dead, and Watson sinking na d never being seen.

She poured his tea into the cups looking up at him. "Mr Holmes. Have yo-" He slammed the fist on the table. "NO OF COURSE NOT!" Gulping after his wards and his head falling back down the cup being placed in view a few seconds later then a door shutting came to his ears. He picked up the cup his hand having small tremble he knew he over reacted however his mind only ran on about Watson.

He finished the tea getting up walking to the window looking out it onto ten street, it had snowed threw the night. He hand to dig out another coat his regular one wasn't warm enough incase couldn't catch a cab it was a long walk he'd been lucky to get one at the time he returned at last night.

It was a think wool coat he hand on as he walked watching for a cab. The walk went in till he got to hospital, frozen from the outside getting into the hospital was somewhat a relieved then again it was crowed. Watson was only rushed due to being well known he guessed it was a manky waiting room. "Hello Mrs?" The lady looked up tired and frustrated. "Yes sir?" "I'm here to see someone." "Right. Who?" "D- John Hamish Watson." "And you are?" "Sherlock Holmes." "Right he's been moved to room 237, and now awake." "Right em thank you." Sherlock left as soon as the words left his mouth reading the sign till one fit in the number then went down the hall looking for the number, it would be to the left of the door. It wasn't the cleanser of wards which was unsettling but not as bad as teh waiting area there was sick in the floors and other fluids some looking like, something you'd see in a lab. At let's the floor wasn't covered in fluids. He found the room knocking lightly before pushing it open. "Watson?" It was a small groan in response. Holmes stepped in shutting the door behind him looking over at Watson, his cheeks burning red his eyes half lidded, Holmes was at his side as soon as he saw this he looked awful. He placed a hand to Watson's head, scorching. "Watson?" He wasn't fully lucid struggling to look at Holmes pushing his head to his hand. "John?" "Holmes?" He was slurring his words. "Yeah has anyone been in?" Again only a groan came. "Shh it's ok." Sherlock took a the handkerchief from his pocket it would have to do hospitals aren't well known for their care still most surgeons getting threw 200 odd patients a day, what should he have been expecting, he got up going to the tiny bathroom of only a toilet and skin running the water cold wincing seeing the brownish tint, he noted to watch what John ate and drank now, water no longer an option. He came back out seeing his Watson had twisted to where he hand been. He went back pulling the chair close and dabbing the handkerchief over Watsons skin trying to cool it even slightly. "Oh Watson. I'm sorry, I should of seen it happening." He didn't know how Watson had such a high fever, the shock from the water or maybe he was coming down with something he wasn't in the most sanitary place, even if he was given the water, could be that.

Holmes didn't see any nurse till about one when lunch was being brought round it looked utterly revolting but he picked at it finding small things to give to John, have to feed him as he wouldn't hold the fork and was still sort of in his own world from the lower fever that still went on burning. "Here... John come on take it." Watson's head lulled before taking it. Holmes ok gave Watson  as much of it that look edible, before putting it aside.

The days seem to be the same picking things apart for John and or being good in for us poor friend, he hardly saw the any nurses on the ward, finding John bunting most mornings, or twice he found him with sick down him, no sign of any nurse tho.  It was relief when the fever finally broke.

He was sat up his hair dishevelled still pale. "Oh Watson how are you?" A smile touched at his lips. "Tired, but better, it's a bit of blur." Holmes made his way to the chair sitting down. "That's good. You were out of sorts with the fever." Watson smile faded going quiet "Chest... dose hurt tho." He'd spoke with hesitation and worry lapping at the words. "They said there was fluid in your lungs from when you were in the thames. Tell me if it gets worse ok, it was, em pneumonia the doctor was talking about."  Watson nodded still worried about it had been most the morning it was like a constant weighted pain.

Holmes hardly left his side still telling Watson about the water, he'd already seen the food for breakfast. "I could bring you stuff in something-" "You mean not the sludge I get people eat, when I'm working?" A small  glint came to Watson's eye. "Yes I'll bring in something anything you feel like Mrs Hudson will make it, she'd been asking for you."  "Soup of some sort? Nice to know she's thinking of me." "Soup right, I'll ask it of her."  Watson smiled again rubbing his head against his hand. 

They chatted, soon ending up on the state of the place. "Yeah I've hardly seen the nurses besides bring food." "Even walking about?" "No I haven't seen them much at all. And you should see the waiting area the floor is just covered in bodily excrements." "Oh dear." Watson was only becoming more and more concerned as Sherlock said everything that happen in the time he was there so far.

Another three days of Sherlock bring  in Mrs Hudson's food, and staying with him at most hours of the day. "You um want a cup of tea?" Holmes was behind Watson on the stairs, seeing how Watsons limp was back not as bad as he'd seen it, probably from the lying down all week. "Please, tea would be nice Holmes." Holmes nodded going to kitchen as Watson sat down on the couch rubbing at his leg.

Sherlock came in with two cups of tea passing the one sugar one to John. "Glad to be home?" "Very. Seeing that waiting room explained a lot." "I told you it was grimy." Holmes smiled over at Watson. "You want anything else?" "Quiet few days?" Holmes giggles. "I'm capable of that."