Sherlock's daughter.

Physical Therapy.

1 1/2 months later.

I groaned heavily.
"Please!" I spoke.
"No. You need more," he spoke heavily.
"No? But I'm so tired!" I replied.
"Just a little more," he spoke firmly.
"But it sucks! And she has me doing these stupid things that are supposed to help but they don't! And somethings off about her!" I protested.
"John," Sherlock spoke.
"Physical Therapy is important and yes it sucks very much so. But you have to do it to get 100%," he spoke reading his newspaper.
I groaned.
"You have your physical in a few weeks if you pass then you don't have to do it anymore. You just have to put up with it for a little longer. Ok?" He asked.
"Fine." I spoke.
"Also we need to make sure that you are 100% better after all we still don't know who shot you ," Sherlock added.
"Right." I replied.
My schedule was sooo boring I needed to do something. I would go out to a library or something.
I went to my bathroom to brush my hair and realized I hadn't take my vitamins d. It was empty? I just bought this last week.
"SHERLOCK!" I stormed out.
"Yes," he replied.
"Stop stealing my vitamins!" I groaned.
"What? I haven't taken your vitamins," he replied.
"And there is always this weird goo at the bottom of the jar," I continued.
"Vi. I haven't been taking your vitamins," he replied.
"Wait What? Then who has?" I asked.
He took the jar. Sniffed it then bolted grabbed his coat with John and I running to catch up.
"What!? Wait Sherlock!" I yelled as John and I slid into his cab.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To see Molly," he replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because someone has been drugging you," he replied.
"What?" John yelled.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Someone has been drugging you," he replied.
I drummed my fingers.
I get my vitamin d from Mycroft... he says he gets a discount.
John drummed his fingers.
We need to get more information.
Sherlock drummed his.
I agree.
John and I both starred at him in amazement.
Sherlock drummed his fingers
What I know Morse code too you bloody idiots!