The next day.
"For God's sake, why am I feeling uncomfortable like this?" Mycroft was rolling on the bed.
"Well that's normal. It's be called withdrawal symptoms" Sherlock smiled and said.
Mycroft sat up, frowned and asked "What?". Sherlock laughed.
"Very interesting. I never think there's a day we change positions when you become an addict and I'm the one who looks after the addict" Sherlock laughed and said.
"I'm not an addict"
"There's no need to deny it because the current situation showed clearly everything" Sherlock poked Mycroft. Looking back, Sherlock saw Mycroft pulled the quilt over his head and lying still.
"What's up? Are you alive?" he said and went to pull the blanket out. Sherlock laughed and said "You look like hell"
"Yes, I'm going to die. I don't know the reason why you want to use those weird things"
"Can you stand it? If not, just use them. I have them with me"
"What do you think when you ask me to use them? I cannot live an unhealthy life like that". Sherlock laughed. He went to the bookcase right at Mycroft's desk. He took out a bottle of wine hidden in a closed compartment and poured two glasses. Going to give Mycroft, he said "Drink it, it will make you feel better"
"Of course it has to be better. Using my knees to think, I also can know what's in it" Mycroft still covered his head and said. Sherlock laughed.
"Your two assistants tried to investigate without finding out. How carefully you are!"
"Really? So lucky. I promised Celina that I wouldn't drink them when I was at home unless there was a special occasion. If she knew, she would skin me alive"
"You deserve that penalty"
"Enough is enough!"
Sherlock laughed. He raised his glass and watched "But I wonder who can afford to know and do this". Mycroft was silent.
"Do you hear me?" Sherlock asked again. Mycroft still laid still and silent.
Sherlock frowned and called "Mycroft"
???
He immediately pulled the blanket and saw Mycroft was motionless.
"Oh my god, John" Sherlock shouted.
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It was midnight and Mycroft gradually regained consciousness.
"Wake up?" Sherlock was lying on the sofa and asked.
Mycroft glanced around and asked "Why am I here?"
Sherlock smiled and said "You had a heart attack and you are so lucky when you have me. I'm like an angel who God sent to you". Mycroft winced.
Sherlock sighed and said "What an exhausting day! I feel like I have to work continuously for 24 hours although I only do one thing to watch you"
"Now you know? You just watched me only one day but I had watch you all those years" Mycroft winced and said. Sherlock laughed.
After a while in silence, Sherlock asked "Do you know what I did this morning?"
"Do what?" Mycroft asked.
"I asked Anthea to help me check some cameras at the time and the place when you bought that bottle" Sherlock said.
"And"
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The warmth in The ice (Mycroft Holmes)
Fanfiction"Is she your goldfish?" Sherlock asked. "No. She is more like a puffer fish than a goldfish" Mycroft said. ----- "Let call my name" he hugged her waist and asked her. She raised her eyes without understanding. She smiled and called "Mycroft" He look...
