I'd rather follow her [Sherlock Holmes]

Chapter 13

I woke up from a weird feeling inside my head, what's going on.

"Sherlock? Sherlock? Psst, wake up." I wispered and I sat up in the bed.

"What?" he hissed and I sighed.

"There's something going on in my mind. Someone's messing with my mind, I can feel it." I said and he immediately sat up straight.

"What? But how? Okay, maybe you're just tired and feeling weird..." he said but I shook my head.

"How can someone get into your mind? Without being here. There's got to be a logic explaination. How on earth can this happen?!" Sherlock exclaimed and I sighed.

"I don't know, I've never felt like this before." I said and I covered my head with my arms.

"I'd suggest we check tomorrow, I'll let Molly finish the drugged teen things. Now go back to sleep, darling." he said but I hurriedely shook my head.

"No, no, no, no, no, we're gonna solve this now. There's something going on in my mind, we're solving this now." I said and I stepped out of the bed.

"Lauren, it's nothing, you're just feeling weird, now go back to sleep." he groaned but I started pulling his arm.

"Sherlock, please, help me." I whined as I pulled him out of the bed.

"No. Lauren, it's probably just a headache." he said as he stood up from the ground.

"No! Come on, I need to solve this, what if I lose my mind reading?! Sherlock?! Help me?!" I yelled and I sat down on his chest.

"Lauren, get off, I need to sleep." he groaned but I sighed.

"Sherlock, I'm being serious right now, I can't read your mind!?" I exclaimed and his eyes shot open.

"Okay, grab my face and place your thoughts into my mind." he said and I gently placed my hand on the side of his head.

This is possible, but I have no clue what you're thinking about!?

"You're not messing with me, right?" he asked but I heavily shook my head.

"No, I honestly can't, I need your help." I sniffed and he quickly placed his arms around me.

"You feel worthless, don't you?" he asked and I nodded into his chest.

"I feel vulnerable, for all I know you'd be planning a murder." I sighed and he gently cupped my cheeks.

"That's how every normal human lives, you can trust me, you know that! Let's go get some blood samples, follow me." he said and he grabbed his bathrobe before walking to the kitchen.

I sat down on a chair and he grabbed a shot, oh god.

"Are you sure you can do this?" I asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, I've done this before, sweetheart." he said but I grabbed his wrist.

"On dead people, yeah. Please don't screw up." I hissed and he sighed before gently placing the needle into my arm.

After a few seconds he already pulled the needle out of my arm.

"Now, I can go check your blood." he said and I started looking for a band-aid for on my arm.

When I had found it I layed down on the couch and wrapped a blanket around myself.

After that I probably fell asleep, because that's the last thing I remember.