It's Never Lupus
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darnedchildSummary: How Sherlock had managed to talk her into sneaking into the Wokingham morgue, she didn't know.
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Doctor” for Sherlolly, from @alengmae.
Sherlolly medical drama please. I have it in my head that Sherlock, as a doctor, would be kinda like House) I’m pretty sure this isn’t anything like what you were hoping for, but this is the best I could manage. Sorry.
It's Never Lupus
Molly ducked her head to avoid making eye contact with the three doctors heading her way. She hoped they were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the ID clipped to her scrubs had been issued by Barts rather than the Wokingham hospital they were in.
How Sherlock had managed to talk her into sneaking into the Wokingham morgue, she didn’t know.
Her gaze flicked to the side to glare at her partner in crime and she froze.
He wasn’t there.
Molly swore under her breath and spun to find him arguing with the doctors they’d just passed.
She approached them in time to hear Sherlock. “-ridiculous. It wasn’t complications from Lupus.”
Lupus? He had to be talking about his case and the body she’d just examined at his request.
“Her kidneys failed because she’d been poisoned. Mostly likely her bro-“
Molly tugged on the back of Sherlock’s scrubs. “Doctor, the consult? We should really get going.”
“Who did you say you were?” one of the doctors asked, eyes narrowing.
“The consult! Must go, can’t be late.” Sherlock took a step back and reached for Molly’s hand, tugging her toward the stairs. “Now would be a good time to run.”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – “Doctor” for Sherlolly, from @alengmae.
Sherlolly medical drama please. I have it in my head that Sherlock, as a doctor, would be kinda like House) I’m pretty sure this isn’t anything like what you were hoping for, but this is the best I could manage. Sorry.
It's Never Lupus
Molly ducked her head to avoid making eye contact with the three doctors heading her way. She hoped they were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the ID clipped to her scrubs had been issued by Barts rather than the Wokingham hospital they were in.
How Sherlock had managed to talk her into sneaking into the Wokingham morgue, she didn’t know.
Her gaze flicked to the side to glare at her partner in crime and she froze.
He wasn’t there.
Molly swore under her breath and spun to find him arguing with the doctors they’d just passed.
She approached them in time to hear Sherlock. “-ridiculous. It wasn’t complications from Lupus.”
Lupus? He had to be talking about his case and the body she’d just examined at his request.
“Her kidneys failed because she’d been poisoned. Mostly likely her bro-“
Molly tugged on the back of Sherlock’s scrubs. “Doctor, the consult? We should really get going.”
“Who did you say you were?” one of the doctors asked, eyes narrowing.
“The consult! Must go, can’t be late.” Sherlock took a step back and reached for Molly’s hand, tugging her toward the stairs. “Now would be a good time to run.”