nyslfriends Chapter 5 Sherlock
Chapter 5 Sherlock
I really fell asleep. I didn’t close my eyes for 46 hours, so I fell asleep as soon as I touched the mattress. I felt a warm palm in my hair. I turned my face and looked at his waking up. Eyes wide open, John smiled at me a little.
At this moment, my heart constricted for two seconds.
John asked me hoarsely, "How many days have I been in a coma?"
I immediately sat up straight, I felt that my mind was still a little dazed, I hadn’t touched the bed for two days, I was running around, my back was sore, but I quickly used my willpower to focus on him .
I stretched out my hand, put it on his face, and stroked his forehead. He still had a fever, but the situation improved a lot. There was some stubble on his face. I stared at him for a long time, and I forgot what I should do. What.
"How many days?" he asked again.
"Oh!" I recalled it immediately, removed my hand from his forehead, and looked at the clock on the bedside table, "46 hours."
He muttered, "I want to sit up."
I pursed my lips tightly, resisting his wish, "I think you'd better lie down again, the doctor will come to check you later." I kind of wanted to stretch, but seeing John suffering, I held back .
"Thirsty?"
He nodded.
I picked up the water glass on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his upper body, and let him lean against my chest. John drank the whole glass of water. I held the empty glass and thought that he must be thirsty and had lost blood. Much hangover, and then he said hoarsely, "I need to go to the bathroom."
So I lifted his quilt and picked him up sideways, John was taken aback, his eyes widened, and he put an arm around my neck, balancing his body so he wouldn't roll off my arms, The other hand habitually covers his eyes. When he encounters embarrassing situations, he usually covers his eyes with the palm of his hand as if escaping from reality.
I hugged him by the bed and blinked, "What's wrong?"
"No... nothing wrong, thank you." John sighed. "Did the doctor say my legs can't move?"
I carried him to the bathroom, frowning, why did John feel that way?Why is he worried that his legs won't be able to walk?He just had a mild concussion, his leg wasn't crippled, was it?
"Of course you can go." I'm not very good at comforting people. When I can't use my acting skills, what I'm good at is telling the truth, "If you practice for another 3 days, you will be fine."
John raised his head in my arms in confusion, and looked at me, "Then why are you holding me so damn?"
It dawned on me that this was what he cared about!I really want to see him waving his hands and feet in my arms and struggling to jump off. I said, "John, I'm helping you. This is not pity for you, nor is it treating you like a little girl, you see , Walking from the bed to here, for you, the wounded, it's too strenuous."
"Bastard!" John grumbled, and he unexpectedly once again stayed on top of me without any struggle. I put him in the bathroom, and as soon as he hit the ground, he grabbed the door and slammed on me. Closed in front of me, the tip of my nose was almost flattened by the door panel.
He got angry with me again.
Half an hour later we were seated at the only table downstairs for dinner, my coat off, the heater on high, I was wearing only a comfortable shirt, and the food had been delivered by my client next door.
The case is still unsolved, the little cousin who tried to murder my dear John and died was not the real culprit, I stayed next to John these two days and I have no time to deal with other things, I know it would be a waste of time My efficiency and time, and sitting stupidly on John's bedside, it's not helping John's injury at all, but I'm giving him back.
When I was shot a few years ago and came back from the gate of hell, he was lying on my hospital bed and guarding me non-stop. At that time, he held my hand firmly, and he never let go of me even when he was dozing off. When I opened my eyes it was him, although what I called out was the name of the woman who had shot me.
John put on a thick nightgown and sat next to me. The way he cut food on the dinner plate showed his absent-mindedness. He just washed his face and shaved his beard. My sense of smell can catch his freshness. shaving cream, the look on his face told him he wasn't very happy with it.
"How is the case going?" he said.
"Not so much. I think the other party is complacent in a dark corner. He should have enjoyed watching Sherlock Holmes take advantage of his powerlessness. I think he is borrowing a knife to kill someone. He used you, John, the murderer who murdered you, and he happened to be the one who needed to be eradicated." Object."
John snorted.
It's not the first time he kills, I think he can carry it.
John reached for the seasoning jar on the table, it was set a little too far out of reach, so I picked it up and helped him sprinkle it on his plate, which pissed him off and he grabbed the fork He smashed the tabletop.
"Put it down, I'll do it myself." He refused my offer.
I held the seasoning jar and looked at him stiffly, he was as willful as me, no, he was better than me, I narrowed my eyes, put down the glass bottle in my hand hard, and he reached for it.
I stood up and angrily swept all the plates and dishes on the table to the floor. The porcelain plate was shattered all over the floor. I knew I was out of control, but I didn't want to control it at all. My emotions were like broken. The faucet couldn’t be retracted after it was turned on, I grabbed his clothes, John started to fight back at me, he punched me, I grabbed his arm, pressed his whole body on the table, I restrained him, It's not going to be hard, I'm such a good fighter at the boxing field that even my brother would sensibly back away from me when I put on my boxing gloves.
I pressed him on the table and stared at him, "What did I do wrong? Do you have to punish me like this? I didn't cheat and abandon you again, did I? In other words, John Watson, I have I humbly invited you back, didn't I?"
John grabbed my hair with the other hand. He turned over and escaped from under me. He knocked my head on the table with no regrets. I stared at the stars and collapsed under the table. I climbed up from the chair, there must have been a lump on my forehead, bruised, I turned to look at him, I swear I was completely irritated this time.
I'm getting serious.
John gasped, I ran up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist, lifted his feet off the ground, and threw him back on the dining table, he stretched out his hands and beat me indiscriminately, I hugged him and wrapped him around The bandaged head slammed the back of his injured head against the hard tabletop again, and John yelled in pain, spreading his hands limply to his sides.
I yelled, "Why did you do this to me!"
"Why don't you get married!" John snarled at me.
I froze in front of his eyes for a moment, and I licked my lips, "I... I am not suitable for marriage, I am obsessed with work, I am asexual, and I have no interest in men and women."
"Nonsense! You're talking nonsense! You're obviously a normal person! You are!" John raised his hand again and grabbed my collar, his eyes were red, "Who are you waiting for at 221B!"
"I'm not waiting for anyone."
"You lie to ghosts!"
John swung his fist and hit my cheekbone, I pressed his disobedient arms, John raised his feet, I spread his thighs before he kicked me, and suppressed him with all my strength.
John's legs clamped my waist, I pressed him on the table, I had never lost my image so excitedly, I looked down at him, "Why do you always look angry at me? We They are the only friends to each other, why do you always get angry with me and fight with me?"
"You rejected Molly's marriage proposal, I know, you rejected her once the year before last, and you rejected her again last year."
"I'm not interested in her!"
"You didn't even give her a chance to date!"
"You idiots' so-called dating is not for that! I don't want to sleep with her!"
"what about me!"
I couldn't answer immediately, and I found my breathing quickened, "Indeed, John, I admit that I have you in my heart, and I admit that I am waiting for you if I don't move. Since lying to you will make you so angry, then I will admit it, I am waiting for you, these 9 years, from the first time I met you, you have been very different in my heart, I said that I want you to make me interested, this word It's true, I want you to be with me forever."
"Tell the truth, do you want to fuck me?"
I shook my head, shaking my head vigorously, "I've never had any appetite for sex, I just want you and me to go back to living together again, I need you to be with me, John!"
John stopped talking, he looked at me on the table, "Sherlock..." His voice dropped a lot, "That's the problem."
"This is the problem?" I looked at him wonderingly, and I analyzed the specific meaning of his words again and again. What is the sticking point between me and John?What inextricable ball of wool is stuck between us that prevents us from getting along in a friendly way?
I grab his arm.
John stopped all the aggression, he gave me a glance, "You, since you say you're asexual, you're not interested in sex at all, you don't want to have sex with anyone at all."
"Yes, not at all." I answered honestly, I have never had a sexual desire for anyone in my life.
John fell silent.
I think he is posing a problem for me, he is posing a problem for Sherlock to guess what John Watson is thinking in his heart, I condense my pupils, I keep looking at him, John seems to be angrily shaking his hand He clenched his fist and smashed the table, "Damn it, you didn't understand!"
His words hit me hard, and my heart suddenly became cold. The incomparable sense of frustration was the same when I solved the wrong password last time. My whole body temperature was dropping. I looked at the He, "John? Can you be more direct?"
"What the hell is your so-called brilliant brain for!"
He was waving his arms in protest, I pressed him again to avoid another blow to my face, I pressed him on the dining table and stared at him, "Speak clearly!"
"You fucking let go of me first!"
"Where are you dissatisfied with me! You don't explain why you lost your temper with me like this tomorrow! We should be honest with each other!"
John was almost dying of anger on the table. He also stared back at me with his blue eyes. He just refused to tell me what he wanted to express the most. If he continues like this, I will be killed soon. John is going crazy!
John calmed down for a while, he kept panting under me, his legs were hanging on the edge of the table, separated on both sides of my body, I also calmed down, I regained my superb deductive ability, I stayed in his In the corner of his eyes, on the edge of his lips, I tried to find a slight expression in his facial features that revealed his thoughts.
His blood pressure was on the high side, his cheeks were flushed, and his skin was also hot. On the one hand, it was because he was running a fever, and on the other hand, it was because of the heater. sweat.
"Get off me!" John yelled, and he could hear him outside the window, and anyone passing by would think I was murdering him.
I know that John doesn't hate me, he likes me very much, I'm the first person he loves in the world, he relies on me to a large extent, for a while he revolved around me, after that He has drifted away, but now I have found a chance to bring him back, I can no longer let him slip through my fingers like before, I have never understood why he has to leave me, run away A few blocks away, living my life with another woman, I never understood.
Tonight I'm going to ask, I'm going to find out.
"John, let's have a good conversation."
"A good conversation? Is it a good conversation when you put your mother on me?"
"As soon as I let you go, you're bound to sneak upstairs like a rabbit and lock the door. I can't get in for 3 days. Just like you did when you got angry with me in the apartment! You run away when you get angry I ask you, why do you always fight against me!"
"I'll help you kill the enemy! I'm on your side! Where have I ever been against you!"
"That's another matter. What I'm talking about is in private. Every time I show you my rare care and kindness, you refuse every time. You hate me even if I make you coffee. I will block the car door for you." You are also making a fuss, I will add some seasoning for you, and you treat me like a child!"
"You treat me like a lover, do you know that!"
"What about a lover, what does it matter if I become your lover? Will it affect our relationship? I'm still Holmes, and you're still John Watson, aren't you?"
"But you... are not my lover... you are the worst and most unqualified lover!"
"What's wrong with me!" I reluctantly grabbed his nightgown collar and lifted him off the table. John grabbed my arm in pain and glared at me.
"You're bad everywhere! You're bad from head to toe! Even your face is terrible!"
To be honest, I was very sad, he said that, I almost gave me a knife, and I was about to fight with him, the wounded, when the door rang, I could tell from the sound of knocking on the door that it was the usual two days The country doctor who came, he had promised to come over after dinner to examine John.
Before I knew it, it was past 9 o'clock at night. I grabbed John's nightgown, let go of him, and ran to open the door. The doctor was startled when he saw my swollen cheekbones and my messy hair, and then he Got another shock when walking into the restaurant.
John jumped off the table, glared at me, and walked past my eyes. He followed the doctor up to the second floor to change the bandage on his stupid head. I sat in the dining chair and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Where did I go wrong with him!How bad I am in his heart!What crucial link is missing between me and him that prevents us from continuing to get along peacefully?
I went to bed before 10 o'clock. I fell asleep with countless confusions and an extremely tired body. I woke up the next day and the weather was beautiful, clear and cloudy, which is rare in winter.
I wash up from the bathroom, shower, come out, wrap myself in a sheet, lock myself in the bedroom, sit in a chair and continue my unfinished case, what I need is thinking.
My door rang twice.
The strength to knock on the door knew it was him, so I ignored him.
"Sherlock! The client is coming for you."
I jumped up, opened the door, and glanced at him with the tip of my nose. I walked around him silently, and ran downstairs barefoot. I found that the dining room had been cleaned up, and the broken pieces of porcelain plates were gone. They had been used. Vacuum marks, I didn't hire any housekeeping, I think John did it.
I sat down in the dining chair and listened to my client's nagging.
John was leaning against the door frame of the restaurant, with one hand in his trouser pocket, he had no chair, his seat was forcibly occupied by a client, and there was a bandage around his head, as soon as I saw his stupid expression , I couldn't continue to be angry with him, I sighed, John has a cute face that makes it easy to forgive him.
I even wanted to pat my thigh and generously ask him to come and sit on me.
For more than an hour, the client talked a lot of nonsense, and only two sentences were useful. He should put these two sentences at the forefront of the conversation in advance, so that I don’t have to waste so much time. I Stand at the gate,!When you close the door, send out this unimportant chatter.
Then I went back to my dining room, sat back in my chair, and John placed a cup of tea in front of my face, followed by a plate of sandwiches.
At this moment, the ice in my heart melted, and I decided to break the deadlock with him. I said, "I have to go to the cellar in his manor this afternoon, together?"
"Well, it's good, I don't have an appointment this afternoon." John took a sip of black coffee in the chair next to him.
I looked at him, and I didn't know what to say. My clues were still fragmented, and it was not suitable for me to tell him. Telling him would only make him ask why. I made up my mind about the case and decided After the adjournment, I talked with him in detail, and I found that my mobile phone was left upstairs, "Mobile phone, yours."
He handed it over without a doubt. I stretched out my hand from the bed sheet and took the phone with his body temperature. I pushed his slide keyboard and typed with a crackling sound. I stared curiously at the recording stored in his phone. Documents, John is like all writers, when he doesn’t bring his notebook, he will save the details of some cases and his sudden inspiration in voice, so that he can record it in his small collection of detectives later.
I saw a recording that was actually 5 years ago. The time shows that it was recorded the night before his first marriage.
With a mischievous mood, I smiled and clicked on it.
"I will never forget this night. Although I will never blog about it, the single night that Sherlock held for me was the best night in my life..." John's drunken voice from the phone Passed out.
This John in front of me jumped out of his chair in an instant. I expected him to do this. I grabbed the sheets and ran around the table in the restaurant. It was a bit stupid but it worked well. John was chasing after me like a little kid. Behind him, he kept cursing, "Bastard! Who told you to eavesdrop on my diary!"
"This is your diary? John Watson's little bedtime confidant? Like you talk in your psychiatrist's office? What do you record my friend?" I grabbed my phone like a torch and moved forward Run, my grooming and my poses are funny, but I don't care, the recording keeps playing.
"I was drunk... Sherlock was drunk too...he threw up afterwards..."
John, like an angry beast, pounced on me, grabbed my sheets, I turned around, John bumped into my arms, I held the phone high in front of his eyes, and lo and behold, this little short leg couldn't reach it by jumping up.
Recording continues.
"I'm getting married tomorrow...it's a big event in my life..."
"How I wish it was me and him who were blessed in church, who put the ring on me, how I wish he realized how much he meant to me, how I wish he was the one who married me tomorrow, Sherlock Holmes , he will never understand John Watson's feelings, he will never. I love him."
John suddenly stopped moving in front of my eyes. He lowered his head helplessly, grabbed my bed sheet with both hands, and buried his head in my chest, like a surrendering soldier. It was very pitiful.
I was stunned.
The recording flickered to a halt, all voices fell silent, and the whole room fell into silence.
"Uh..." I was a little overwhelmed, I put my hand down, squeezed the phone, I looked at the date number on it again, to make sure that what I just heard was true.
I lowered my head, looking down at his head, and John shook his head under my chin, pulled himself together and faced me, "Can I have it back?" He insisted on redeeming his personal belongings.
Many of his personal belongings have been ruined by me. I bought new ones and returned them to him, but this, this recording, is something I cannot reproduce. I want to listen to it again, but I have a more urgent desire. something to do.
I put the phone aside and let it stay on the dining table.
John looked at his phone, then at me, and then he turned and ran like a dork, I put my arms around him and lifted his thighs, I was amazed how strong I could be Big, I hugged him, John spread his legs on top of me, his arms had to rest on my shoulders to stabilize his body, so as not to fall backwards, I gleefully hugged him and turned around, Put him on the table where we had a big fight last night, and today it's different.
Fate really has enough ups and downs.
I pressed, "Is this true, John? Is it true that you were in love with me back then?"
John gasped, I suspect he'd suffocate and pass out, that's what he does when he's emotional, he closed his eyes, nodded, I saw him nod, it was very small, very slight, you'd have to have a very good eye I figured it out, it was not easy for him to nod obediently in front of me with his tough temper.
He seemed to have been caught with a pigtail, and his whole body softened.
I laughed a bit, and I think I laughed a lot, "5 years ago? No, earlier? Before you got married for the first time? How early was that? Before I faked my death? Before we knew each other for a year Halfway? When I was at Barts?"
John raised his hands to cover his face, and I was surprised to see his cheeks almost burned when he pulled them away, "Damn, you have to be so smug! Can you hold back your smile!"
Hearing his accusation, I immediately pursed my lips into a straight line, returning my usual serious look to him, and I said seriously, "John, this has become a big deal."
I raised his hand and put his palm on my face, "I always thought I was unrequitedly in love with you, even if you liked me, it was just pure friendship, I have always felt that I was one-sided, I I have always felt so, but now, I have received a response, and you have kept it from me for so long! Why! Why! Didn’t you still face me later? I'm remarried now! Why are you treating me like this!" I suddenly became aggrieved and angry again!
"I remarried because I'm a normal person!"
"so what!"
"I have what normal people need!"
"I can't give you what you need!"
John grabbed my shoulders hard, I felt his nails were about to dig into my flesh through the sheets, he hesitated for a long time, and then he spoke slowly, "Sex...love...Sherlock... You can't give me this."
I admit that I was shocked for a second or two, and then I immediately came back to my senses, blinked, I heard clearly, I never repeat the question I heard clearly, I blinked again, "This Very important?"
John looked like he didn't want to talk anymore, he looked like he wanted to push me away, but I won't let him do that, I held his thigh hard to prevent him from kicking me against the wall .
"…you don't understand at all, Sherlock, you say you're asexual, so you don't understand."
"But..." I was at a loss for words for a moment, and he was vaguely planning those small movements in my arms to escape again. I pressed him on the dining table, my brain was stimulated by the contempt, and my heart was Unwilling clamor, what do you mean I can't understand?Why does he think I can't understand such a logical thing as sex!Suddenly, my blood boiled with enthusiasm, as if I was determined to meet a challenge that I had never experienced in my life, "I... I can!"
John was startled, he couldn't move for a long time on the table, "Do you fucking know what you're doing?"
"I said yes! You want sex, I'll give you this!"
John was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to utter a word, "You virgin who doesn't understand anything, get away!"
I was so pissed off, I gotta say, my brother who bullied me when I was a kid couldn't get me to go, "You think I can't do it?"
"What do you think about sex? This is not your case! Not your new puzzle!"
"Then tell me what this is?"
"This is..." John looked at me, and he said, "What did you and that bridesmaid, Janine, do in the bathroom of 221B?"
I rolled my eyes and recalled, "We...were taking a shower...she smeared the shower gel on me without skill. I don't like it very much, because it delays the efficiency of the bath."
"You don't understand, do you, Sherlock, you don't understand why a shower with you under the shower makes her so happy, do you, and you kiss, but you don't understand why she has to enjoy wet kiss you, right?"
I licked my lips, "I get it... I get it..."
"Sex for you is a struggle, a puzzle, a challenge, a duty that you have to perform in a relationship that gives you headaches, and for you it is a heavy responsibility, but for you Janine, and for ordinary people like me, it is... a very happy process, an indispensable behavior in life. You know how to give, and you also have the ability to love, but sex is a thing, sex is for you But it’s dispensable, huh, even if you don’t have it at all, you won’t feel troubled at all, because you don’t care about it at all!”
I was frowned by his training, let him go, I took a step back, then I turned around and ran upstairs angrily, leaving him, a fool, on the table alone.