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Sherlock Fic: John Hates Mornings, 3 of 3

For the "Ends" prompt at sherlock100.

Part 2

John Hates Mornings, Part 3

“Mrs. Hudson made it!” Sherlock’s face fell, and he stared at the lukewarm cup of coffee he had carried into the room.  John could almost hear his hard drive spinning. 

“No, no… she… No.  That nurse who can’t even remember your name?  She made it.  For me.  She thinks it’s for me.”  Sherlock grinned at John.  “Because she’s an idiot and she doesn’t observe!”

At the sound of the door handle, he placed the cup under the bed and put on his best faux-friendly smile.

“Ah, John, and Sh—erm... Sherwood?  I have his medication…”

Sherlock scowled at the nurse.   “Yes, yes!  Give it to me!”

John was nearly certain that Jocelyn had been trying to offer the little plastic cup to Sherlock before he grabbed it from her hands.  She left the room very quickly.

“I’m not sure about her, John.”  Sherlock peered at the medicine, sniffed, and then brought it to his own lips.  “We have to be careful.  Moriarty has many… no he died years… Still.  Better safe than… well…” 

John willed Sherlock to put it down.  To his relief Sherlock looked at him for a few seconds, and then administered the medication. 

“I know it tasted foul, but this will help.”  Sherlock put the medicine cup on the bedside table and retrieved the coffee.

It wouldn’t, really… The doctor had forbidden coffee with good reason, so John knew he would pay for the indulgence in a few hours.  

Still, he did his best to make certain that Sherlock saw a smile in his eyes as he drank it.

“Those meds!”  Sherlock picked up a tissue, and wiped a tear from the corner of John’s eye.  “What’s the point of even being here if the doctors can’t do something as simple as find a drug that won’t make your eyes water?”

It was far too easy to fool someone who could still see, but no longer observed. 


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Oct. 15th, 2011 04:54 am (UTC)
Sherwood? Good grief.

Sweet John.
Oct. 15th, 2011 04:56 am (UTC)
To be fair to the poor nurse, Sherlock is a very weird name.

(even though I secretly want to name one of my as-yet non-existent sons Sherlock. :-P )

Thanks for taking the time to review!
Oct. 15th, 2011 05:04 am (UTC)
Very nice. I can't remember if I commented on the other two parts, (I have a terrible memory sometimes) but I enjoyed this 3 part series very much. This last one was quite sweet, although a little heartbreaking as well.

Ah, apparently I did comment before.

Edited at 2011-10-15 05:06 am (UTC)
Oct. 15th, 2011 05:20 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Oct. 15th, 2011 06:13 am (UTC)
I'm afraid I must pout a bit at you now. *does* There. Now, this was kind of heartwarming and kind of heartbreaking, but the main point is that it was so well written in so few words! Wow!

Okay, and a wibble, too, because you know you deserve it.

Oh, yeah, and for everything else: *warm smile*
Oct. 15th, 2011 03:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! It took a long time, and some patient betas to get the story here (so much time for 300 words...) so I'm very pleased that the end result works.

(and also, I thrive on making people wibble. *evil chuckle* :-P )
Oct. 15th, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC)
Poor boys.
Oct. 15th, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
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Oct. 15th, 2011 05:41 pm (UTC)
Oct. 16th, 2011 01:10 pm (UTC)
I just caught up on this wonderful series. SO poignant. My heart is broken and full of warm fuzzies at the same time. *hugs you and the boys*
Oct. 16th, 2011 01:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
( 11 definitions — Define true madness )

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