The following A/N is to be read in the voice and mindset of one, Mycroft Holmes:
Shall we discuss the previous chapter? I believe we should. The questions were awfully easy to answer, don't you agree?
But what does it all mean?
Well for the past two years, I have been working on a novel of epic proportions. A tale that is both poetic and sordid in detail. Smut wrapped in a pink bow, just begging for you to unwrap it.
What is it about? How do the answers translate into clues?
A hotel. A lust hotel (How many rooms does The Ritz Hotel contain?) to be precise, set in some far flung German location (Northern Germany). Within the said establishment, works a- yes, you guessed it- a maid. And like any good love hotel, there are clients. Who can you expect to visit such a place? Let me name a few of the heroine's regulars: Brendon Urie, Benedict Cumberbatch, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Bill Skarsgard, Chris Evans and Jensen Ackles.
And Shawn Mendes?
Well, every great book needs a playlist.
But what about Gravity? The BAFTAs? What did that have to do with anything?
That was just me, having my fun. What can I say, I'm easily amused...
And finally,, where can such a book be found?
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Oh, and the most elusive question of all?
My favourite book is The Girl in Purple, dear readers. In fact, this chapter is from that book, only it has been rewritten. Naturally...
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That was when everything went slient.
Your lips were turning an alarming shade of blue.
He checked your pulse. That was when he realised that there wasn't one. "Sh*t." he cursed, his medical knowledge kicking in.
There was not much time. Every second that passed, was another second you slipped further and further away from life and into the forever darkness. Your heart had stopped beating and he had to find a way to kick start it again. You could not remain dead.
He needed to perform a Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation, chest compressions and rescue breath were the only method that would keep the blood and oxygen flowing around the body.
Placing his hands on the centre of the your chest, your lover used the heel of his hand and began to press up and down at a steady beat, around two compressions per second. One...Two...Three, he counted in his head. Once he reached thirty compressions, he tilted your head, lifting her chin with two fingers. Pinching your nose, his lips clamped over yours as he blew air into your lungs, willing for her to wake up. Each breathe had to last over one second, so after two, the male light-headedly repeated the thirty compressions.
"Come on, don't be dead. You can't die. You. Can't. Die. Wake up, please, just wake up." he muttered to himself, having to restrain himself from becoming hysterical.
Once again, his lips met yours, air left his body, trying to fill yours with life.
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You had been stabilised. The fitting had caused you to fall unconscious and four hours later you still hadn't awoken. More blood samples had been taken and were currently being tested by your physician.
The female had offered to keep him company by your bedside but the male had kindly declined, he just wanted some time alone with you.
He was lying beside you on the bed, his right arm around your waist and head leant on top of yours. He was just randomly saying aloud any thought that came to mind, trying to fill the silence.
"...And that's how I like my tea. I know it's complicated but..." he chuckled. "I guess I'm just really annoying like that."
The heart monitor beeped steadily in the background. It was the only thing keeping him from bawling his eyes out. It reminded him that you were still alive.
"So, you having epilepsy is an interesting development." he continued his mindless monologue. "It's a shame it happened when were in the middle of...you know." he paused. "I liked the way you said my name." he smirked. "I hope in the future you'll be saying it a lot more." he had a thought, maybe he could say something shocking that would instantly wake you up. He leant in closer, whispering into your ear:
"I hope in the future I'll be making you scream it over and over again."
Nothing. Not a single twitch of the muscles or flutter of an eyelid.
He sighed, making hrumph sound.
"I guess that's a no."
XOX
Two Days Later.
His right hand was playing gently with your. "If I could save time in a bottle/ The first thing that I'd like to do/ Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away/ Just to spend them with you." he sang quietly to the you.
She sighed, a shuddering heave of a sigh. "Can you stop singing...?"
He sat, tears instantly in his eyes. "(Y/N)?" he cupped her face with his hands, his forehead against hers. "Sweetheart?"
You opened your eyes, they were glassy and unseeing. "Babe..." your eyes closed again. A smile spread across your face.
He buried his own face in the warm spot between you shoulder and neck. "You're awake. Oh thank goodness. You're awake." he sobbed. Sitting up, your lover quickly wiped his eyes clear of tears. "Nurse! Nurse!" he called, summoning the weary matron.
Happy tears poured down the male's face. "They're awake, they're awake!"
