♞; The man’s eyes narrowed, inching forward until he was nose to nose with the other before muttering quietly.
“This is matter of life or death, Doctor.” He spat the word with disdain before continuing, “So unless you’d like to see another murderer brutally sexually assault another victim and let them bleed to death in an unknown warehouse before they are even able to even call an ambulance to arrive at this hospital for help, for the fifth time these two weeks, I’d strongly advice you to get out of my way and kindly let me return to my job just as you’d return to yours once I’ve left.” He spoke quickly with annoyance obvious on his features before grinning at the other grimly.
“I really don’t care, mr Holmes. You need to go back to your room and I’m sure you’ll be released tomorrow.” John said, nudging his patient towards his room again. “You’re not able to do much anyway right now, you’re still drugged.” He reasoned.
“Just go back to bed and you’ll be able to get back to work tomorrow.” He said sternly. “Besides, if you knew you were working on such an important case or whatever then you shouldn’t have overdosed.” He retorted.
♞; Sherlock was pushed gently back down onto the bed, feeling somewhat drowsy he muttered; “I’m fine. Absolutely fine.” Going limp against his will, he lied there numbly, giving up on verbally or physically attacking and convincing the odd doctor to let him go.
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.
She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.
When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.
And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”
IT TOOK ME A SECOND TO REALIZE WHAT THE LETTER MEANT AND NOW IM FREAKING OUT
oh my god.