Help. Not okay

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I got out and walked up to the flat.
"John! John!" I yelled.
"Sherlock?" He stood bouncing Rosie.
"I think we need reinforcements," I spoke.
"Reinforcements?" He asked.
"For Vi. We need someone who knows how to deal with heartbreak on this degree. Someone who has lost someone tragically, quickly, randomly, for that persons well being," I spoke.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Someone who lost someone they love just like that. Someone who endured loss so great so suddenly it completely altered their life and how they lived," I continued to speak as John just starred at me.
"I'm fine. Ok? Really I am. I just need need time. Ok," Vi stormed out of the flat.
"Vi? Where are you going?" John yelled.
"Out," she yelled back and left.
"We need reinforcements. We need advice from someone whose endured that kind of loss," I spoke.
"I know quite a few people who have endured a loss like that Sherlock," John spoke.
"Oh yes? Who?" I asked.
"Me, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Greg?" John spoke raising his eyebrows.
"Yes. Yes I know. And I'm SORRY! But we need someone who has lost someone who they loved romantically!" I sighed.
"...... Molly?" John asked.
"No. No. That wouldn't work because Vi helped Molly through that!" I shook my head.
".............Ir-" John began.
"No," I shook my head.
"But," John spoke.
"No," I shook my head.
"But!" John spoke.
"NO!" I yelled.
"Fine then who?" John asked.

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