TeenLock

Beaten

Sherlock sat towards the back of his Chemistry classroom with his nose in a book. He wasn't listening to the teacher go on and on about different elements that he already knew there make up. Anderson sat behind him herasing him with paper balls. Sherlock lgnored the comments made by his fellow students. 'IdS all of them. They can't even bother passing this class' he thought to himself when he felt a nug on his shoulder."Freck, you got a new roommate, don't you? Did you already scare him off?" Anderson snikerd. Sherlock rolled his eyes and went back to ingnoring him. The bell rang and Sherlock dashed out if he room hoping not to get cought. 

Sherlock almost made it out of the main building, when a had reached out and grabbed the top of his favorite jacket. Sherlock coughed as he landed on the floor. His books went flying around the hall and the students stoped and started to laugh. A pair or large arms picked Sherlock up by his coallar an twisted it tightly. It was his favorite purple dress shert and he had black dresses shoes and pants to match. Sebastian healed Sherlock to the lockers marking Sherlock cough for breaths. "Look at what I cought here!" He hissed as the football team, excluding John and a friend of Mycrofts Greyson, joyed. Sherlock tried kicking at Sebastian but wasn't any ues. He took his free hand and punched Sherlock hard in his stomach. Sherlock let go of the last of his breath as he fell to the ground.

"M-mor..eons" Sherlock crocked. Anderson took the opportunity to puch Sherlock in the nose. Sherlock fell onto his side an felt a couple more kicks from the rest of the team when a voice, that Sherlock couldn't figer out who, came yelling. 

"Oi! What do you think your doing!" The boy came running," I'll have you kicked off the team for this!" Sherlock figerd it was Greg, who was the captain of said team. The attackers ran out of the main doors. "Sherlock?!" Spoke Greg as he saw how bad he was betten. 

"Oh my." Studder another voice that was less recognizable to Sherlock. His left eye was swollen but when he looked up he saw a round sandy hair boy who he knew as John.

"U...uhhg" mounded Sherlock as Greg sat him up slowly. 

"What did you do this time mate?" Question Greg. Sherlock saw the world doing as he saw a couple more friends of Greg's join the crowd. Sherlock mumble something but slowly started to black out. "Wow mate stay with us!" 

"What happened?" Asked John to Greg, as he nealed down and put a hand on Sherlock's shoulder to support him. Greg started to put Sherlock's arm over his shoulder.

" Can you grab his other shoulder, and Molly and Mary take his legs!" Spoke Greg. John felt that he need to help the poor sod lying in a heap of limbs and blood."well take him to the nurse. Sherlock are you still awake?" He question as he picked Sherlock up with the help of the others. Sherlock moned but then went limp letting John know he had officially passed out. 

They cared him over to the nurses office, Mrs. Hudson sighed as she saw them carey Sherlock into the room. They lade him down on the bed and Mrs. Hudson looked over him with sad eyes. " What happened this time Greg?" She sighed moving Sherlock's shert out of the way. It showed massive bruises over his torso and several cuts. John saw how skinny he was and it didn't look healthy, especially to surve as a some protection to his ribs. 

" I saw him being held up my Sebastian after I walked out of class, so I ran to get Greg." Spoke Molly. She looked at Sherlock on the table as his breathing started to ripen. John looked over at him, when Sherlock yelled popping his eyes open.

"Redbeard!" Sherlock yelled then cough in agony as he released where he was at. Greg came over and held a tariazed Sherlock to the bed.

"Calm down Sherlock, Redbeard isn't here. Your fine, now lay back and don't make your condition worse!" Spoke Greg calmly. Sherlock's breathing steady and he laden uncontrollably on the bed. John walked over to Sherlock to get a better look at his chest. 

"I'm in training to become a doctor, so if you don't mind I would like to see if your ribs are broken." Spoke John. Mrs. Hudson had left to phone Mycroft, which they hadn't told Sherlock yet. Sherlock looked cositosly at John, then nod in complints. John jently moved his hand over Sherlock's ribs. Greg watched in shock as Sherlock let John touch him. Molly and Mary had stepped outside with Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock bit his bottom lip trying to fight back the pain when he let out a yelp as John ran his finger over one of his ribs. 

"I'm going to have to press a tad harder to see if it is broken." Stayed John as he pushed harder on his chest. Sherlock yelled slightly louder and bit back the tears brimming in his eyes. "Sorry, as  I suspected you got a broken rib, you may need to go to the hospital." He spoke softly as he moved his hand away from Sherlock's chest. 

"Of corse brother of minde Your here, and know I hear that you may need to go to the Hospital by this Doctor in training." Sighed Mycroft as he entered the room. Sherlock glared at his brother and let out an angry growle. Greg felt the intensady of the situation so shuffled his way to the door grabing John on the way. "Who was it this time, Anderson, Alex, maby even Sally!?"

" Don't worry a..about it M..Mycroft!" Sherlock snapped, but coughed from the pain in his chest," I don't... need to tell... you anything. I'm....fine on my own!"

"Clearly. Sherlock as much as I don't want to imitate it, but I do worry about you. I'm not here to watch you anymore. Your lucky I'm old enough to live on my own, ither wise your dog wouldn't be your dog anymore." He stayted looking at Sherlock.

"Know why do you bring him into it!" Sherlock snapped 

"Because I know you love him, and you won't want to heart yourself if it meant hearting him!" He responded simpley. Mycroft knew that Sherlock barley ate which made him weak and could be easily broken. He also knew how to push Sherlock's buttons. " Now I'm going to drive you to the ER, and get you checked out. You have to promise me that you eat a proper meal and don't go provocating them any more!" 

" fine" Sherlock muboled. He loved his dog, and wanted him to stay safe at his brother's. His parents had threatened to remove Redbeard from this world if they saw another hair, so Sherlock ran away to stay with his brother till he could move out on his own. Mycroft was 7 years older that Sherlock, and worked in the British Government. He had payed for his brothers schooling. 

Mycroft thanked everyone on Sherlock's behalf and took him to the hospital.

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Hay Speedy here, I'm really in joying this story so I'm prity shere that I will continue. I'm sorry for the grammar and spelling, never been good at it so it's probably not going to get better. I hope everyone is injoying it as much as I am. Commit if you think it should go a suertant way. I won't be very great on the updates so I may stop for a while. Sorry I'm advce.

-Speedy