JOHN'S P.O.V
I was still wondering what happened earlier this morning, and why I stopped talking. Was he really trying to make breakfast? Does he have a heart after all? Does he even know that I am his friend? I sit in my armchair which is directly in front of his. Why was he taking so long? The door opens and slams and I run down the stairs. Mrs. Husdon walks in with her purse.
"Mrs. Husdon! Have you seen Sherlock?"
"Sorry dearie I haven't, if I do, I'll be sure to let you know!"
"Thank you."
I walk back sluggishly up the stairs. Why was I so obsessed with Sherlock coming home? I sit back down in my arm chair and open up a book.
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By the time I was done with the book, I had had enough. Where was he? Its been atleast 4 hours. Suddenly, a clicking noise comes from the door. It doesn't stop. Someone wants to unlock the door but can't. I run downstairs and open the door. Sherlock collapses into my arms covered with cuts and bruises.
"I'm sorry John, I-" I silenced him and carried him up the stairs and into his room. "John," he said in a whisper
"Yes?" I said while putting bandages on to his wounds.
"I couldn't get away, there were three men. They kept kicking me in the side." "Don't worry, I am a doctor right?"
"Right." Sherlock said with a pain filled smile.
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The Sociopath and the Doctor
FanfictionSherlock Holmes, the worlds only consulting detective is living with John Watson, a former army doctor. The relationship between the two grows, revealing an emotion that even Sherlock Holmes can feel, love.
