【Howard】Stockholm Experiment

24

Mycroft arrives at the hospital to find Sherlock gone.

He hurried back to the original hospital, only to find that John was gone too.

He stroked his hair vigorously, causing a few poor strands to leave his scalp.

At this time, a new text message came to the phone:

——Dear brother, the hospital is such a boring place, so we are leaving.

— Please come back immediately and take John with you!

Ignoring the anger that could burn through the screen, Sherlock calmly threw the phone aside: "He probably forgot that we're 'dead'."

Opposite him, John wiped out the food on the plate like a storm, and obviously his mental state improved a lot after seeing him, at least he could feel hungry.

Sherlock reached out and pulled John's plate in front of him: "It's been a long time since I've eaten, it's not good to eat so much."

John's fork stopped in mid-air awkwardly: "It stands to reason that you shouldn't know this kind of common sense."

"John, I'm not mentally retarded." Sherlok couldn't laugh or cry, he really didn't know why John always felt that he couldn't take care of himself.

"But you're acting like a retard." John said lightly, "Sherlock, why hurt someone else when you can target me?"

"Who did I hurt?" Sherlock was taken aback.

"Murder, and Mrs. Hudson," said John, putting down his fork. "You intentionally let the murderer commit the murder to divert Scotland Yard's attention. You wanted to distract Mrs. Hudson, so you caused a car accident."

Sherlock chuckled when he heard this: "Sure enough, your psychiatrist is not qualified, and you are very sober now."

"Sherlock!" John exasperated.

How many dim days and nights, how many struggles, were all wiped out by his words "very sober".

"Where did you know that?" he asked.

"It's all in the newspapers."

"Then do you believe it?"

"Believe it." John said, "If you really committed a crime—even if you did the murder, I will run away with you a third time."

Time seemed to freeze for a second, and then he sighed in a low voice: "My psychiatrist was right about one thing, I'm already terminally ill. I actually think that there is nothing wrong with what you do, and the previous concept of black, white, right and wrong has been completely overwhelmed by you." One is exhausted."

"Sherlock, I don't need black and white right and wrong, honesty and kindness, and fame and wealth. I only want you, and I just ask you to stop torturing me!"

I just beg you to stop torturing me.

John's voice was crying, and he took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sorrow in his chest.

Sherlock pressed down on the table and turned away, moisture gathering in his eyes, he bit his lower lip hard, closing his eyes but couldn't stop the tears from sliding down.

In this farce, in the end, who is more sad than the other, and who has borne how much sin for whom.

Sherlock used to be dismissive of feelings, and had the most calm and rational mind unaffected by emotional factors.The appearance of this person in front of him severely pulled him off the altar and threw him to the ground, making him take a good look at himself.

What has become of the self who was once proud of it.

"John, I didn't do any of this." Sherlock said, turning his back on him, "Neither."

John raised his head slightly and said, "Isn't it, I don't care anymore."

"John, you can't help it," Sherlock said. "It's very important to me. Remember the man who shot us on the roof, he was the murderer, he knew where we were, and before we left, we had to Close this case."

He walked up to John in three steps and two steps, with red eyes and wet tears, "John, all London, no, the best doctor in all England, I need you."

"I'm not even the best doctor on the block."

"In my heart you are, no one can compare with you."