The Private Lives of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John H. Watson

Chapter 9

I blink my eyes open.

Grey walls stare back at me.

I groan.

How hateful.

"Sherlock?"

John leans over me.

"How do you feel?"

"Much better than the last time I was in here."

He reclines his forehead against my shoulder.

"I have a list."

I frown.

"Hmm?"

He lifts his head.

"A list of things I never want to experience twice."

"Oh."

"You falling off that roof was at the top."

"Guess you'll have to make a revised list then."

He grabs my face and kisses my forehead.

This was unexpected.

"You bloody idiot."

"I didn't jump this time, I was pushed."

"That's what you get for running off without waiting for me."

"You were being slow."

His body shakes.

He was laughing.

He rests his cheek against my head.

"Don't you ever do this to me again Sherlock. Not ever."

"I will try not to get pushed over roof tops."

"Good."

He sits back down in the chair.

I look at him.

He sighs and rubs his face.

"You should go and get some proper rest."

"I'm fine."

"No, you are not."

"No. But I will be now that you are awake."

"Good. You are awake. Doctor Watson."

I look at my brother.

He glares back at me.

"Mycroft." John says.

Mycroft looks at him.

"Might I have a moment with my brother?"

John looks at me before nodding and walking out.

Mycroft waits until he is sure John is out of earshot.

"You really don't know how to stop being so stupid can you?"

His tone is harsh and his eyes are dark with anger.

I cock an eyebrow at him.

I have not seen him this angry since I suggested to Mummy that she should send Mycroft to fat camp.

"Do you know how many ways you could have died?"

"The possibilities did cross my mind. However, I really didn't have a choice in the matter."

He purses his lips before relaxing his shoulders.

He looks down at his umbrella.

"Yes. You and your miscalculations."