Saint Baskerville Academy (Teenlock/Johnlock)

Chapter 3: Secret's Revealed

Bonjour!

Here is another chapter to my Teenlock/Johnlock! I am so, so sorry for the gap in updating! I am going to update my piratelock after this, then circle back around!

WARNING: This chapter contains references to abuse. I will put 'AN' when it starts and ends so you can know when to scroll past it if you prefer not to read it.

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Molly

Sherlock

"Ta for helping me with my trunk, Molly." John says as we enter our room on the 2nd floor, room 21B of Baskerville Academy.

"No problem." She responds slightly out of breath for helping to carry John and her own trunk.

I drop my trunk on the floor next to the bed closest to the window and fling myself on the bed, marking it as my own. John takes the bed closest to the loo. I steeple my hands in front of my lips and glance around the room.

The room is decent sized, but dwarfed by the numerous pieces of furniture. John and I have an equal share of the room; a bed each, end table, desk, chair, and a closet. I don't care for the furniture however. I am looking for a place to hide my recreational habit. Since John knows, much to my despise, I need to be creative in where I hide it..... There. The perfect spot. On the floor I see a loose board; it has been lifted up and down multiple times by the marks around the corners. No doubt the previous occupants of this room hid stuff in there. It shall be perfect for my little book...

"Well. I am going to go put my stuff in my room and meet my new roommate if she's here." Molly says, pulling me abruptly from my train of thought.

She makes her way to the door before turning to look at John.

"You really ought to go to the hospital wing and get your shoulder fixed." She says. "I can walk you there, if you'd like. I believe it's in the corridor near the girl's dormitory."

"Umm... I'll do it in a little bit... I've got stuff I need to do." He mumbles looking everywhere, but at Molly. She looks a bit confused by this as it is very obvious that John is in immense pain, but she doesn't push him and lets it go.

"Oh, okay... I'll see you guys later, then...Bye"

"Bye, Molly." We both say simultaneously as she departs, closing the door behind her.

John sits wearily on his bed, holding his arm stiffly across his stomach. I look at him and begin to feel a tinge of sympathy for him. Neither John nor Molly told me that John had hurt himself trying to get to me. To rescue me. I deduced it when I woke up on the train after passing out from the bloody naloxone. I pinch my eyes closed, trying to push away these emotions. They flutter back open shortly when my usual mask reappears, pushing the more sensitive, weaker human side of me down

As I open my eyes, I see John testing his shoulder. He moves it just up a bit before he grimaces in agony and keeps it fixed against his side. I roll my eyes whilst I get off my bed and walk over to him.

"Would you like to go to the hospital wing, John?" I ask, dully.

"No." He says, crudely. "I can relocate it myself."

I gawk at him surprised, before my eyebrow shoots up in scepticism. His shoulder has been dislocated for almost five hours now. The process of doing it by himself after that amount of time will be extremely painful and difficult. There is no way he can relocate it by himself, he needs someone to help him. Well since he's being so stubborn about it...