You Get Sent to Moriarty The Patriot

Chapter 4

1879, America

'...Temperature is normal, heart is beating regularly...' I thought to myself as I put the end of the stethoscope. After I record his statistics on my clipboard, I remove the stethoscope and place it on the nightstand. I bend down to grab the wooden basin filled with water and drain the contents to the sink. Bathing a body with a cloth is no easy task, especially since you're bathing THE William James Moriarty but you get used to it.

I pop my back with a satisfying crack before sighing. Well, my usual doctor duties for today. With no other things to do, I might as well clean this apartment. With Sherlock and Billy being away most of the time, it's inevitable that it gets dusty. I grab a broom and began to sweep. Along the way, my mind began to wonder.

'Since when will William wake up?'

'If he DOES wake up, what will I say?

'Man, I'm hungry.'

'William lost a lot of weight, I should cook for him when he wakes up.'

In the middle of sweeping, I realized this can be a bit boring without some music. 'I miss my phone...' 'I should buy a gramophone.' 'Then again, how do you even buy vinyl records in this era?' I look back at the comatose body, lowkey admiring his beauty. Even back then when I was still reading the manga, I always thought that he looks like a Disney princess when he sleeps. Continuously cleaning the apartment, I failed to realize that William opened his eye and was slowly sitting up.

My broom fell to the floor when I finally realized that William's is sitting upwards. In a fit of disbelief, I just stood there with my jaw open wide. Realizing that I'm acting kinda rude, staring at him and all, I regained my senses.

"Mister William! I- uh, you..." 'what the FUCK should I say?!'

"...A-Are you... feeling alright?" 'Okay, okay, baby steps!'

I approach the man cautiously but politely. I lazily raised my arms to show him that I'm harmless. He only stared blankly at me, still as a statue.I gulped. One step at a time, I slowly walk towards his bed. William's red eyes turned to the other side, seemingly staring at Sherlock's empty bed.

"...Where's Sherly?" His hoarse voice finally penetrated the silence. My heart beats faster at the nickname- 'THAT'S SO CUTE!!' before I reminded myself that he's expecting a response from me. I sat down on a counter to make myself comfortable.

"U-Um, Mr. Sherlock has gone out to do his job... He'll be back soon." I fidget with the hem of my shirt. With a peak, I studied his figure before coming to another realization.

"A-Ah-... Let me get some spare clothes for you." I clumsily went to a room with clothes that fit for him. Since Sherlock and William are pretty much the same size, they may as well share a closet. I grab a clean dress shirt and some pants, along with a blanket. On my way out, I grab a spare cane. If William ever woke up after being in bed so long, he definitely needs a can to get used to walking.

Wordlessly placing down the clothes on the nightstand, I offer to him. "Would you like me to help you get dressed?" I'll admit that I'm still nervous but business is business. If it requires doing most of the physical work, it's my duty as William's temporary caretaker.

Without much hesitation, he somberly nodded. 'Looks like he's still deep in thought.' I respectfully shut my mouth as I get to work. Shrugging off the blankets and making him more comfortable by making sit on the edge of the bed, I carefully laid out the dress shirt.