As soon as John was back in his room, he was bored. With the painkillers his pain was away and Mike was with that strange detective. So he was alone with just his thoughts. Without even wanting it, John just thought on Sherlock. Why? This man was absolutely terrible at greeting someone and obviously he was quite rude. John was the opposite of that. Even if he was in the army for such a long time, he knew how to treat other people well. Of course he did he was a doctor. Anyways, one good thing was that Mike offered him a job in the hospital as a surgeon on the pediatric ward. Yes, that was indeed great. He loved surgeries and he loved children. It couldn’t be better. But with every good thing there is also a problem. A big one. He had no place to live. No home. But after a while of thinking, crying and being sad, John fell asleep. He slept for hours again, completely alone.After a few hours though the doctor woke up, seeing someone standing in front of him. There were thin feet with black tros, black shoes and around the body was a long special coat. John looked up at the man and saw that tall detective with the black curls, who looked quite attractive. “What… are you doing here? Sherlock Holmes, right?" He asked. The detective just looked down at the Man on the hospital bed and rolled his eyes. “I need a flatmate. You have no flat. You are a doctor. You are smarter than many other people. You seem to be not too annoyed by me now. The address is 221B Bakerstreet. If you need help with anything… ask someone else. I am waiting there for you, Mike said you will be able to go home today.” Sherlock said simply and turned back to the door, ready to leave the room and the hospital. “Wait… what… I mean… we don’t know each other…” John said confused, but the detective was already out of the room.
Although John was not really sure what to do now that he really could go ‘home’, he decided to give the strange man a chance. Maybe a flatmate would be good, due to the fact that he really had depressions. There was not one single night without a nightmare. It was terrible to be honest. So this seemed to be the best solution for now. Cheap and in the middle of the city… a perfect flat. As soon as John looked around at the flat, he was sure that the next time could be interesting. He wasn’t really bothered by the sheets and pictures on the wall or the different medical and chemical equipment there in the kitchen. It just seemed to be very interesting.
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