You're in Sherlock (Sherlock × Reader)

The Lying Detective: Chapter 3

"Oh no. No, not endless." Sherlock told him bluntly. Smith finally walked away and Sherlock watched after him with a serious look. After a moment, he turned away, wrapping his arms around himself. You leaned away from Sherlock, you knew what he needed.

"Need another hit, do you?" John asked, clearly noticing the same thing you had.

"I can wait until the hospital." Sherlock spoke simply. You shook your head as well as John, and you both turned away from Sherlock as he leaned back, closing his eyes. You couldn't wait for this to all be over. You hoped it was soon; baby kicked in agreement.

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As soon as you arrived at the hospital, Sherlock went into the toilets to 'do his business'. Which today, meant he'd be taking another hit to get high. You warned him not to take too much, in fact, you made him promise and he moodily agreed. He knew what he was doing, but his drugged up brain was mudding everything up- things weren't as clear to him now. They wouldn't be with the rate he'd been drugging himself lately, to nearly the point of death. You tried not to stress too much about it as you waited outside with John and a friendly nurse whose last name was Displayed as 'Cornish' on a nurses badge hanging around her neck. She seemed more interested in Sherlock than anything.

"You two involved much?" She tried to make friendly conversation as you waited. You folded your hands under your stomach, looking up at the wall behind her which had Smith's face displayed all over it. You looked away.

"Sorry?" John coughed awkwardly. Her question was a little miss guided, she made it sound like she was asking if you and John were involved. It was clear to you that's not what she had meant.

"Um, with Mr Holmes – Sherlock and all his cases?" She questioned, a wide smile on her face.

"Uh, yeah. I'm John Watson. And this is his wife, Y/n." He gestured to you. Her eyes panned to you as if she was just now realizing who you were.

"Oh! You're his wife? I didn't know you were expecting!" Her face lit up and you gave her a dreary smile. That was going to get old fast.

"Yeah, well... we weren't really in the public eye tell late." You smiled tightly, placing both hands on your back in support.

"Congratulations!" She looked more excited than you were as her grinned stretched even further across her face. You pushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, before rubbing your arm in awkwardness. You never knew what to say to that. "And you..." She turned back to John again, seeming to have already forgotten his name. Typical.

"This is Doctor John Watson." You reintroduced him, hoping if you said his name with the addition of 'doctor' that it would ignite some spark. Had people seriously already forgotten about John? That was sad.

"Okay." She blinked, so she wasn't aware of who he was then. Not such a die hard fan, but that came more as a relief than an offense. "I love his blog, don't you?" She changed the subject.

"His blog?" John looked slightly shocked and annoyed. Did people really think it was Sherlock's blog? John's name was all over it, he even had a bio on the website. She must not actually read it then.

"Oh, don't you read it?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side as she eyed John.

"You mean my blog." John corrected, looking ahead at her. She seemed to be about to question that before Sherlock emerged from the toilets, seeming much more refreshed.

"Say what you like about addiction; the day is full of highlights." He smiled. You gave him an annoyed look as he walked out. He was so overplaying this.