I was sitting alone in my flat with my violin sitting lightly in my lap when three raps on the door broke the silence. John was away with his friend of the girl variety doing whatever they do, so I knew it couldn't be him. I hear the shuffle of Mrs. Hudson and the unlatching of the door. A few moments later I can hear the footsteps approach my door. This is odd, I think to myself. Who would come to visit me. I have told potential clients to contact John instead of bother me. I stand as I hear the sound if Mrs. Hudson's hand against the door.
"Who is it?" I call out.
"You have a visitor Sherlock" Mrs. Hudson replies from the other side of the room.
"Who would want to visit me?" I call back.
"Oh Sherlock just open the door. " I pause for a moment, the. Hesitantly walk over to the door. I open it to Mrs. Hudson standing next to a girl of about 16 with short brown hair and a clear tube running from under her nose to an oxygen tank standing idly by, waiting like a dog next to its master. I give a concerned look down at the tank then back up at Mrs. Hudson. "Who is this?" I say to her.
"Sherlock you can just talk to her, she won't bite." Mrs. H says to me.
"You don't know that Mrs. H, she could have rabbies." I say sarcastically.
"Sherlock dear, don't be mean. Why don't you. Two talk and I'll make some tea." After that Mrs Hudson exits down the stairs and into he flat, leaving me alone with this curious character of a girl.
"What do you want?" I say more as a statement rather than a question as I turn back into my flat. "I need help." She says, stepping in.
"With what." I shoot back.
"A b-" she starts, but I cut her off.
"A boy no doubt. Let me inform you that I do not deal in such trivial matters. Mrs-?" I start. "Lancaster " she says back, seeming offended, although I don't know why. Had I done something? "Right." I say, then add "just say... If I were going to help, what do you need help with, exactly?" I take a seat in my chair and rest the violin back on my lap.
"I think he might be dying" she says, her face almost like mine in the fact that it shows almost no emotion.
"Oh." I say. Startled but hopefully not outwardly so. "Sorry to hear. And you want me to..?"
"I want to know how long I have." She throws back, a strong voice.
"What is his situation?" I ask as genuinely as I can, which isn't very.
"Stage three osteosarcoma." She spits out. I give her a grave look. from that glance I can tell that she isn't afraid of death, but she is afraid of losing who ever this boy is. What trouble relationships are.
"I give him one month." I say after a little bit. Her face looks crest fallen. She whispers something to herself but I don't care nor do I remember what it was. She stands up and thanks me quickly before walking to the door. "Miss Lancaster wait." I call out, surprising even myself. She turns back looking at me with a pleading face, tears welling in her eyes. "Some infinities are bigger than other infinities" I say. She nods, gives a slight smile and a hushed thank you and walks out the door. Moments after I hear the door shut Mrs. Hudson waddles up the stairs.
"My god Sherlock what do you do?" She says.
"I told her the truth. Then lied." I say back. Because even though some infinities are in fact not bigger than other infinities; she can believe that, and if that helps, that is good. I stand up suddenly; alarmed.
"What is it Sherlock?" Mrs Hudson says, alarmed as well.
"I think I'm having a heart attack." I call out, Falling awkwardly to the floor.
"Sherlock Holmes you cannot have a heart attack" she says in a panicked voice.
"I think I am. There is this feeling in my chest, it's all... It's all warm."
