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Sherlock is sound asleep after two days of working on a double- murder case. John tried to put into his thick brain that sleep is important. Even Sherlock was feeling so exhausted that each and every fibre of his being was begging for rest. But it's Sherlock. How can he accept that he is tired .He went to bed telling
John " I don't need sleep John.. sleep is for lesser beings.I will just lie down for few minutes so that you can calm down". And yet Sherlock didn't even realised when he fell asleep.
2:33 PM (Next Day)
Sherlock's phone ringing incessantly.
Sherlock(sleepily): " yes"
Wiggins: " Wiggins this side.."
Sherlock: " What? "
Wiggins: "Well .. I got some info from your homeless network that something is... "
Sherlock asked angrily :"Why my homeless network didn't contact me and contacted you?Did I appoint you as my assistant. I don't remember that"
Wiggins: " They tried to call you .But you didn't pick up.I went to get some 'you know what' into Ah Sing's where I bumped into one of your network people.He gave me some info.Since then I have been trying to call you.and now.."
Sherlock: " Fine.Will you come to the point?"
Wiggins: " I have something for you.."
Sherlock: "COME TO THE POINT"
Wiggins: " Shezza.. homeless network people informed that something big has happened. So big that the entire British government is rattling."
Sherlock (half smiling, thinking about his elder brother)": Well you know what.It can't .. A very enabled person is in the British government.. Till then the Union Jack is safe. "
Wiggins:" Ok then... I thought it might interests you.Leave it. Do you want some..... 'Sugar'?
Sherlock (rolling his eyes):" Oo thanks for asking ..NO! .. just put down the phone "
Wiggins:" Shezza.. one ..."
Sherlock(angrily):" What now ??"
Wiggins:" One more thing I heard from a British government officer who is my client for you know 'medical supplies ' which confused me. He said an interesting expression when I asked how is the government running.He said The ice is bleeding.He was so knocked out..."
Sherlock frozed. The silence ringing in his ears.
Wiggins:" Hello.. Hello.... shezza.. hello"
THE ICE IS BLEEDING
THE ICE IS BLEEDING
Four words reverberating in his ears.
Sherlock cut the phone. Suddenly he started feeling weak in the knees.
He ran out of 221B . Took a cab and asked the driver to go to St. Thomas hospital.He knew that no other hospital suits his brother's standard.He called not- Anthea .
Not- Anthea:" Sherlock.What can I do for you? "
Sherlock (angrily and sarcastically): " Yes , listen I want a favour from you.Next time when my brother is in life or death situation, INFORM ME"
Anthea got silent.
Sherlock continued: " And for now,tell me in which VIP room of St. Thomas Hospital my brother is admitted"
Anthea: " 309A"