Sixteen
Sherlock
"Sherlock, stop it. You need a doctor," Mycroft says.
I push him away. "I have a doctor!" I snap. "And if you let me see him he could help me,"
Mycroft sighs and rolls his eyes—the classic older brother face. "You can't see John yet. You need to shave and cut your hair. You need to make a plan."
"A plan for seeing my best friend?" I ask, snatching my shirt out of his hands and putting it back on. He gave it to me as soon as we got out, and the back is already soaked in blood.
"Sherlock—"
"Mycroft," I cut him off. "I'm fine."
He crosses his arms. "Let me take you to a doctor."
"No." I say, trying not to raise my voice.
Mycroft rolls his eyes again. Nothing has changed. With him at least. "Alright, fine. You don't have to see a doctor, but you should at least make yourself presentable. Watson will think you're homeless."
I sigh and sit in the chair. "Fine."
I sit there while Mycroft (looking far too pleased with himself) makes few phone calls.
Two hours later, cleanly shaven and wearing my signature coat and scarf, I leave Mycroft to his "very important business" and take a taxi to Baker Street.
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