"This will hurt." I caution the sleeping girl who cannot respond. With a needle, thread, and bandages, I quickly tend to her wounds. "Don't worry, it'll be okay. Moriarty won't hurt you again. I'm taking you back to your parents, okay? They'll never know you were gone." After I have attended to that little business, I turn to my next patient - another girl. But she is dead. I gently turn her around and examine the wound on the back of her neck. "So that's why there was no blood - it was death by a dagger, the old twist trick." I turn the girl around, but her face had changed. Instead, Moriarty's smirking face stares up at me, and I scream. With a shock, I wake up.
It takes me a few minutes to remember what happened. The blank hospital room makes me realize that it wasn't just another nightmare. Sherlock had been there, and Elly. Ugh, I should have left her to Moriarty. Of course she blabbed to Sherlock, I could have foreseen that. But I let compassion rule me over, which was always my number one mistake. Anyway, that's what had gotten me here in the first place - compassion. Bree and Elly were the same person, obviously - I recognized the change of voice trick, having performed it several times myself. Sherlock came along, and now I'm alone in this hospital room.
Wait.
I'm alone in this hospital room. I sit up. The heart monitor starts beeping, and I tear the tube off. I take off all of my tubes before glaring at the window that it sealed shut. Looking around, I spotted an air vent. With a suction thingie I pry it open, then look back at the room.
Having a flash of inspiration, I spray paint a black M on the pillow. Unfortunately, they must have my bag, but I always keep a tiny bottle of spray paint in my pocket. With a chuckle, I start climbing through the air vents. Occasionally I have to rest because of dizziness, but I don't even risk getting out in the Waiting Room, because I know they'll all be there. I get through the air vent in the back, and take the back exit out of the hospital. With a sigh of relief, I sneak back off into the shadows of three AM.
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Paths Woven
FanfictionThere are two girls who live in London. Their parents are dead. They are the nieces of two very different people, but these girls think in the same way. One girl is related to John Watson and the other is niece to Sherlock Holmes. Both are being hun...
