Sentiment {BBC Sherlock Fanfic}

Chapter 8: To moving on

"Charles Augustus Magnussen was found dead in his house. According to the Scotland Yard, Charles Augustus Magnussen committed suicide. His daug-"

"Committed suicide?"Charles questioned after Sherlock turned off the TV, he turned his gaze to Sherlock who continued reading. "England soon falls under the Yard," Sherlock commented, without looking at him. "Y/N!" Someone shouted outside, raising their attention. Sherlock looked over at you who have groaned a bit before putting his forefinger on his lips, signalling Chris to be quiet. "She has been shot in her left back shoulder," Charles explained softly with a smile, watching Chris looked at you in front of the bed." And she needed to stay for two days for further examination."

"Thank you," Chris replied, which made you began to wake up. "Chris?"You asked and yawned, smiling as you saw Sherlock was still beside you, reading a book. "I will take care of you after these two days in this hospital."

"No need," You simply replied, looking at Holmes who was staring at you after hearing you said." This bastard needs to take care of me."

"And he doesn't have a choice." You gave Sherlock a smile before looking back at Chris.

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"Put it down," Sherlock said while closing his eyes, continued to play the violin. You were living in Sherlock's house as he had to take care of your wound.

"I'm just-

Sherlock stopped playing his violin as he heard the sound of the fractured vase.

"That's the vase from Qing Dynasty."

"Sorry, I help you to pick up the pieces-

And you cut yourself.

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"Ugh!" You groaned, cursing under your breathe. Sherlock averted his gaze from the wound of your hand to you for a while before continuing helping you to disinfect. "You had it coming." Sherlock simply said while putting a plaster on it.

"I am just trying to take a look!" You protested, staring at Sherlock who raised his eyebrow. "And broke it," Sherlock added, and this time you had nothing to say. "How are you going to pay for it?"

"You once asked me what I mean when I said you don't deserve anyone."You mentioned up as you remembered, and you felt he froze.

So you knew you were on the right topic.

"And what do you mean?" He asked, didn't look at you so you couldn't see his emotion. Although you couldn't see, you felt his sadness when he asked, he didn't want to know cuz he didn't want to believe the truth.

"Cuz you never trust anyone."

He looked up at you, you could see his tears started to form in his two mesmerizing blue eyes. His gaze was aimless, and he was crying for help but deep down you knew he knew, he was the only one who could save himself. Nobody else could save him if he didn't face the truth.

"Am I?"

You heard his whisper, seemed to ask you but more of it was asking himself. And you decided to leave him alone by going back to the room he prepared for you.

Sherlock's P.O.V

"And what do you mean?"I asked.

"Cuz you never trust anyone."

Cuz you never trust anyone. Cuz you never trust anyone. Cuz you never trust anyone. Cuz you never trust anyone. Cuz you never trust anyone. Cuz you never trust anyone.

Cuz YOU. NEVER. TRUST. ANYONE.

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