Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 30 - Doctor's Prescription

⚠️⚠️ Mentions of blood and such, nothing graphic or anything but could possibly trigger someone

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As soon as the cab pulled up, (Y/n) raced out of it, absent-mindedly handing the cash to the driver beforehand. She fiddled with her keys, cursing under her breath as she dropped them, her hands shaking from fear and concern.

"Fucking hell..."

Once the front door was unlocked, she didn't even bother to shut it behind herself as she ran upstairs, throwing the door of the boys' apartment open. John's head shot up, alarmed by the sudden burst, but seeing it was only (Y/n), he calmly leaned back in his chair.

"Oh, it's you." He sighed.

"How is he?" (Y/n) asked, brushing a stray strand of her hair that had been blocking her view away. That one stray somehow seemed to find a new way of bothering her no matter how much she cut her hair. Next time, she was definitely going bald.

"He's fine don't worry. The drug will wear off by morning. He just has to sleep it off." John attempted to comfort her and she'd nodded and sighed, what he'd guessed was supposed to sound relieved, but he was the way she nervously pinched her fingers and picked on her nails. A nervous habit of hers he'd noticed a while back.

"(Y/n), are you alright?" He asked, frowning at her thoughtfully.

"Huh?" She asked, glancing at him quickly, then doing everything just to avoid his gaze. "Yes, yes, yes, of course. I'm great. I actually had loads of fun back there, I mean I saw Greg and he said he filmed Sherlock being silly and he'll show it to me later and I just really did a lot roaming around looking for clues and stuff but I really found nothing, I should probably just-"

"Alright, stop it now. Shut up for a moment, please." John hushed her. "Slow down. You're clearly stressed. Take a deep breath, then tell me why are you not okay."

"I said I'm okay."

"Well, isn't that a big, fat lie?" John asked sarcastically, making (Y/n) glare at him. "Your fidgeting with your hands and I'm pretty sure you'll rip your nails out. Clearly signs of someone who's calm and collected."

"Since when are you an expert in body language?"

"You pick up a thing or two after hanging out with two masters of deduction." He flashed her a smile. "Look, sweetie, you don't have to talk about it if you really don't want to, I won't pressure you. But please, take a breather."

To his delight, she finally let her hands fall at her sides, closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, until he saw her physically relax. He got up, slowly placing hands on her shoulders. She just leaned forward, putting her head on his shoulder and hugging him tight. Without hesitation he hugged back, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

"Is he really okay?" He heard her asked, her voice barely a whisper, but still audible enough.

"Yes, he is." He spoke, only a little louder than her tone of voice. "He woke up two minutes before you came back, only to pass out again. I'm pretty sure I saw him fall face first on the floor as he tried to get up." That earned him a quiet chuckle. "But he was mumbling something about Irene being in the flat and in his room."