Truth be told

Back to the fall

The next day I was in the lab testing some blood samples... to prove a point... Anderson...

I could hear them. John and Molly were talking about me again.

"He's always in his room. He doesn't even speak to me anymore! I'm just... I'm just worried something's wrong but I know that... that he's... he's Sherlock! What more can I say?" John sighed and covered his face with his hands.

"I'm sure he'll be fine. Just give him some space for a while." Molly suggested.

John left to 'go to the shops'. Go see Mycroft more like! He won't tell him, he just wants to check up on me.

Molly entered the room, scrunching up the too long sleeves of her lab coat, I looked up when I heard her. She had stopped and her arms had dropped by her side. She looked concerned, just like-

"The fall," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When it was close to the fall I saw you before you noticed me. Just like a moment ago. I told you about my Dad, remember? He was dying but he was so cheerful, but, when he thought no-one was looking he looked... sad. You looked sad then. And you look sad now too Sherlock. What's wrong Sherlock? What's happening?"

"Positive," I stated bluntly.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"The blood tests. the results came back a positive match."

And with that I got up and left.

I went to the roof of St. Bart's Hospital. Back to the fall...