Chapter 3

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By the next day Hamish was worse then I expected. His temperature was extremely high, he wouldn't eat, couldn't sleep and he kept complaining about unbearable headaches. I took him to Sarah before Sherlock woke up.

"Thanks for doing this." I said softly as Sarah checked the half asleep boy. She smiles at me for a second then sits beside Hamish, putting an arm around him.

"I need to speak to your Dad for a minute. Would you go and get a drink?" She said Softly. Hamish nods and gets up, toddling off to the kitchen. Sarah then turned to me quickly turning serious. "I think it's a bit worse then you think, John. I'm going to refure him to the hospital. By my diagnosis his lungs aren't expanding properly, it could just be an infection but it could be fluid filling up around them." She tried to say as softly as possible. I frowned and scratched my head, I was a doctor; I knew how serious things like that can turn. Especially for a boy his age. "He's always had problems with his breathing since he was born. He gets them checked every couple of months... I'll take him down today." I sigh as she nods. How could I have missed that? Sarah hugs me a little then Hamish comes back. "Hey, Monkey! Got that drink?" He nods, letting his hair flop infront of his face and puts the cup down. "We've got to go and see someone in a bit, okay?"

We headed home, I expected Sherlock to have got in some sort if mess with his experiment. I didn't even attempt to ask what it was. All I know is that it involved fingers and some acid. "Holmes?" I called upstairs as I shut the door behind me and Hamish. I got no answer. Hamish was upstairs and by his side in an instant. I got upstairs and looked around. It was clean, all of it was fine. The way I left it an hour ago. "What do you want? Why is it clean?" I put the kettle on then turned to the detective.

"Hm? I don't want anything." He said in his deep voice, not moving his eyes from the microscope. I wasn't convinced. I opened the fridge then understood. "Milk." I groaned and got my coat. "I'll be back in a minute."

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