Distasteful Profession

Hospital mishaps

John was miserable through his case with Sherlock. Mycroft made it worse. He kept arriving in the morning to wake them up. Rosie, too. So, John had to deal with Is the Holmes brothers and Rosie being slightly sleep deprived, along with still coming down from her earache.

One day, John assigned Rosie duty to Sherlock as he went for groceries. Before he walked through the doors he got a call from Sherlock and answered. "John! Rosie's seizing up! I'm calling an ambulance; forget about bloody Jam!" Sherlock shouted. Hohn sprinted to his car and sped to the flat to find Sherlock and Mrs Hudson looking at the young child as she was put on the gurney and was slowly wheeled out to He emergency vehicle. John ran up and shoved past all of the paramedics to his daughter. "Shh. Rosie, it's okay. Papa's here. It's okay." John lulled. Rosie continued to seize. The paramedics had to have her get to the hospital as soon as possible. John looked at Sherlock to see his phone out, quickly, panicking as he typed on his small keyboard on the mobile camera phone. John walked over and snatched the mobile from Sherlock's hands.

"This is NOT the time to be texting ANYONE!" John shouted as Sherlock took a shocked step back. "You wouldn't understand; its highly technical, John, but it is essential that I let this person know what is going on." Sherlock tried. John looked at the screen to see a number of texts. He scrolled up, and Sherlock tried to intercept but was cut off by John's hand pushing Sherlock by his chest. John would totally be amazed at how strong this man's chest as if it weren't for his daughter being driven away by the ambulance and his lover possibly having an affair with this 'Rosemary' woman. John took the mobile with him on the ambulance as the paramedics shut the door on Sherlock. John decided to scroll up to the very beginning and read from there. It was almost amasing. John had almost gotten to the third week of the texts when the woman called in face time. The first word she said was, "Let me see my baby!" She stopped, putting her hand on her mouth. "John..." she muttered. John was Shellshocked. "M-Mary...?" He said and she hung up immediately. John was utterly... He didn't even know how to classify this as any type of emotion. He was in shock. He just stared at the mobile as the ride in the ambulance was growing to an end.

John wanted answers. He deserved answers. John needed answers. He didn't know if he could take one more day of not knowing. John felt like his world was falling to shambles, everything he thought he knew, everyone he thought he knew went up in flames. John couldn't cope.

When John saw a glimpse of Sherlock at the hospital, he pushed through everyone else until he made sure it was Sherlock, then punched him in the face. John grabbed the collar of Sherlock's otherwise sexy, purple collar up shirt and smashed him into the nearest wall. He continued to punch into Sherlock was on the ground, then he began to kick. Sherlock just took it, too. It made John even more furious. If the security hadn't separated them, John was sure he could've beat Sherlock to death and wouldn't have even known the difference. "You bastard! How bloody could you!?" John almost shrieked through his choking tears. Sherlock struggled to get to his hands and knees, leaning primarily to the wall behind him, where Sherlock had been beaten. Sherlock held a shaky hand in the direction of John and the guard holding the furious man back. "It's okay. I deserve it. I 'killed' his wife..." Sherlock managed through the blood he's coughed up. "You might as well have, you machine!" John spat back. "Take me to my daughter!" John ordered and the guard guided John to the room where he then read through the rest of the messages, needing to know why Mary would leave, let alone fake her death to do it.

'So, I was wondering...'
'Yes? -SH'
'You want to go out sometime?'
'Like, as in. A date? Like, after that we'd be a couple? -SH'
'No, I understand if you wouldn't want to. It was a stupid idea!'
'No. I mean. I was going to accept. -SH'
'Wait, really?!'
'Yes, our minds are already powerful as it is. Imagine how much we could learn from each other if our brilliance is combined?! -SH'
'You really are a heathen, you know that, William Sherlock Scott Holmes!?'
'What have I done, now? -SH'

John almost stifled a chuckle as Sherlock was really daft when it came to emotions, wasn't he? John still loved Mary, but now his feelings for Sherlock were overwhelming and he discovered more about Sherlock than he ever would've actually gotten from him verbally. "I really am sorry, John. She didn't want you to know, so I never told. I loved her too much to disrespect her seemingly last wishes." Sherlock said at the doorway, looking down at his feet. "But, why? She's my wife! He mother of my child! Did she find someone else?" John asked.