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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
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been RPing for about 10 years now
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He had expected Sherlock not to want him to call John, but Greg was surprise at the way he reacted to intensly. He held up his hands. "Alright. I won't, I won't." he tried to reassure the other man. He sat back, looking Sherlock over again. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle this Sherlock, instead of the kind of arrogant and annoying one he was used to. It wasn't like he had gotten so used to the insults that he didn't mind them anymore, but he had at some point realized that not everything that sounded like an insult was actually really an insult, coming from Sherlock.

He glanced around the room. "So, erm...." his eyes fell on the case files. "You want to rest some more? Or do you want to have a look at the case? I've been looking it over all night long and I've just got the feeling that I missed something.." he went on, hoping that a good case or some occasion to tease Greg would liven Sherlock up a bit. He really didn't know what else could do the trick.
Greg just stood there for a few seconds, tightly holding onto Sherlock who was really leaning on him now. He tried to get a glance at the other mans face, noticing that his eyes were close. Then he carefully tugged him towards the door. "It's not far. " he said softly, though he was well aware that this was Sherlocks home and that the man knew anyway. "You can sit down and I'll get you some tea. " he went on, feeling as if he should be saying something.
It took a bit, but they made it to the couch, where Gret made sure to carefully set him down and let him lean back enough to take the pressure off his ribs. He grabbed the blanket that had been folded and left on the back of the couch and covered him with it. "This alright?" he asked, to make sure. It was a little strange to see Sherlock like this. He had not even been so weak when he'd had been sick with the flu. Even then he'd been complaining of boredom and roaming about and Greg had barely managed to get him into his bed, or lay down anywhere.
He turned around and got the tea, a bit hurried maybe, so that he wouldn't have to take his eyes off Sherlock for too long. He said down on a chair by the desk to watch him and then, carefully asked: "Should I call John?" He wasn't sure about this. John was probably the only person Sherlock really trusted, but the way the detective was, he might not want John to know anything about all of this at all.
Or maybe we should really start anew with the four of us, we can take over the characters and everything but just get the story started again, so that we won't have to take care of what to do with all the other characters?
I'm really happy you guys want to do this :D
"And Daniel will help as well if you need an extra pair of hands." she added, looking at Daniel, who was bein his usual childish self with a teasing glint in her eyes. She didn't know though, what to make of the desctiption she had just gotten of Ebony by Sirius. THe girl had never striked as anything but arrogant and snobby and she would've thought that the uys would see her like that as well. Turned our that most guys didn't actually see beyond her 'pretty eyes'. Though she had expected as much of Daniel she didn't think Sirius was someone to be like that as well. She couldn't tell whether he was just blinded by a bit of kindness in between Ebonys mean self, or whether the other girl was really nice to people when nobody was looking.

The classroom had filled as they had talked and now, everyone was seated, though there was still no sign of either Emilia or Lann. Getting a little worried, Kat wrote Emilia another mail. She wanted to call, but the second she was thinking of it, their homeroom teacher arrived, starting his lesson. Luckily, Kat had actually done her homework for once. It wasn't tha tshe was actually dumb, no matter what people though because of her attitude and her interest in sports and because of the fact that she rarely bothered to do anything for school. She just didn't have too much time.

She had been so happy when she had managed to fit the club in her schedule. With one older and four younger siblings and a single-parent, you didn't get much time away from your family if you are the eldest daughter. Her big brother hadn't agreed to go to college after he'd finished high school, he had been dead set on taking up a job and earning money to help out his family. Kat was sure she wouldn't be allowed to do the same though. But with her mother and brother away at work during the day, it was her task to get the youngest from kindergarten and make dinner for when the elder two would arrive from school. It was always funny to see how people never believed her her circumstances at home because of the carefree way she behaved at school. Though not many people knew.

Class was going on and there was still no reply from Emilia, no matter how many seriously annoyeing mails she sent her best friend. Once the bell rang she turned around to look at both Sirius and Daniel. "I'm still not getting any reply! I'm getting a little worried here. Emilia is not the kind to just not turn up for school without a word."
A little satisfied to see Ebony leave and Sirius at his desk and not conversing with her anymore, Kat shot Daniel a look at his comment, but didn't actually answer, just rolled her eyes. Guys. she thought to herself. They never seemed to get anything when girls were being a little subtle. Not that Kat made any kind of secret out of her dislike for the student body president. Her eyes turned to Sirious who was now looking though some paper, likely the ones he ahd talked about with Ebony back then.

"Something the matter?" he asked her and she flinched a little. She hadn't noticed he had caught her. She smiled and shook her head with a sigh. "No. It's just.." he trailed off, not sure what she wanted to say. She, of course, didn't like seeing her friend being pushed around and loaded with work when it wasn#t even his own to do, but she also not liked seeing Ebony handling people in general. "I don't get how you can actually be so civil to that girl. She's so... arrogant:" she tried to get a glimpse of the papers. "Isn't that actually her work and not yours? How did anyone ever think she'd make a good president?" Kat sighed, noticing she was getting into this a little too much. As far as she could tell, Sirius liked his work for the student council, so it was not her place to say anything against it. "If I can help you with anything, just tell me." she added, though she couldn't actually think of anything herself at the moment. But who kenw what might come up with the festival?
Slowly, Greg helped him out of the tub and did his best not to let his eyes wander too much, let Sherlock towel himself off, all the while getting more and more worried. Even sick and down with the flu, Sherlock hadn't been this out of it. He was still shaking, his eyes, he could see that now, not only red from crying but also still filled with tears. He really wnated to ask what had him so.. scared. What Moriarty, at whom Greg was getting more and more angry, had done before he had gotten there. But he didn't. Because Sherlock wasn't the type to talk about his feelings. He was more the type to hide them until he could force them back down. Not that that was a principle wholly unknown to Lestrade.
Once Sherlock was remotely dry, Greg helped him dress in pyjamas, buttoning them for him, because he was sure his hands were shaking too much to manage that himself properly. Once that was done, Greg reched out to help the other man up again, but stopped inches from touching him. "Do you want to go back to bed or the couch?" he asked, mostly just trying not to startle the other man though, since he looked a little dazed and with the way he was reacting to what had happened at the moment, Lestrade felt like he would scare easily. He knew though, even if he asked, Sherlock wouldn't want to talk.
Together, the three of them headed for the classroom, pretty much expecting at least Emilia to already be there and waiting, likely even sitting there and chatting with Lann. Kat marched in first, fully prepared to go ahead and interrupt whatever was going on inside. But she stopped once she had made a few steps into the room. Because there was nothing going on in there No Emilia, no Lann. Only a few of their classmates hagning around in small groups, talking and greeting them as they noticed the three arriving.

Kat frowned and turned around. She looked at Sirius, who seemed just as confused as she was. "Gah. I don't understand why I'm getting worked up over this--" he started and Kat was already about to interrupt him and ask what he meant, when he saw the girl coming up from behind him, seizing his shoulders. Kat frowned. She didn't know why exactly, probably couldn't actually explain it , but she had never ever liked Ebony. She wasn't sure whether it was because of her attitude or her looks or how she handled Sirius. Maybe all of them. She rolled her eyes as she heard the annoying girl call out Sirius name in he nerve-wracking voice.

Sirius turned around, stammering a little. "Ah..Ebony. C-can I help you?" It made Kat roll her eyes again, and she glanced at Daniel who was half smirking at Sirius and half appreciating the view Ebony gave with her unbuttoned blouse. Kat couldn't hold herself back and punched him on the arm. He startled. "Wh-what? Kat?!" She glared at him then turned around to watch the other two, shooting unapproving glares Ebonys way who was completly ignoring her in turn. "Did you do what I asked of you last night? I don't want things to go south for Monday's festival." she said and Kat was so damn to telling her she should do it herself than and not have Sirius do all of her work. She managed to hold back though. She knew she had the tendency to comment where it was not her place to and Sirius wasn't the type of guy who couldn't say his mind himself.

"Yeah.. yeah.. Don't worry about it. I got it with me. I'll hand it over to you later because I still need to go over it during class. I'll pass it on for sure during first break." Ebony seemed to be annoyed at having to actually wait for anything but put on one of her sickly sweet smiles. "Oh. Alright, thanks. I know I can count on you. You're a great advisor." Kat felt sick at the way jsut those few words seemed to make it all up for Sirius. Just what was it about that girl that had all the guys wrapped aroudn her little finger?! Kat was just continually disgusted with her. "He'd make an ever better president." she murmured, not quiet enough for Ebony not to hear though, she made sure of that. "He's already accustomed to the tasks anyway.." she added, giving Ebony a fake smile and no time to answer, because Kat was already turning around and heading for her desk, pulling out her phone and sending Emilia a message, completly ignoring that the other girl was glaring daggers at her.
Greg didn't believe him when he said he was fine. He had noticed that Sherockw as still shivering and when he had looked up there had been something in his eyes, Greg had not seen there before. It had him wondering for the first time, just what Moriarty had done while he had scrambled to find them. His conscience weight heavily on him for not having been faster, not having come and safe him sooner.
He nodded at Sherlock and helped him up, together they slowly made their to to the bathroom, where he sat him down on the edge of the tub. "Take your time. And be careful with your arm, alright?" he said, hesitating, but then heading out. He had thought of helping him undress and getting in, but then again, it felt like that would be awkward for the both of them. "Call for me, if you need some help. Or you're done." he added, then went outside, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to call for him. His eyes fell on the case files, but after having sat on them all night long, he couldn't bring himself to go on at the moment. He really needed Sherlocks input on that. He was just unsure whether the detective was actually up for it.
He heard Sherlock whisper his name. He would've missed it had he done anything else, but he had been listening to catch every possible hin that his help might be needed. He got up, worried at the way Sherlock had called for him. He knocked on the bathroom door before opening it. "I'm coming in." he declared quietly, then stepped inside. He was a little surprised, shocked even, to see what state Sherlock was in. He wasn't as pale as he had been yesterday, but his eyes were definetly red, which they hadn't been before. Greg tried not to visibly react to it, instead he stepped closer to help the other man out.
Greg was shocked at suddenly seeing Sherlock shaking, with his ehad lowered and holding onto his knees. It took a moment for him to realize that he looked terrified. He hadn't thought much about what had happened the day before. Sherlock always acted as if nothing fazed him, so this time as well, Lestrade hadn't taken into consideration that it actually might have. After all, if Moriarty wasn't able to scare Sherlock, then who was?
"Sherlock?" he inquired softly, slowly reaching out to lightly touch the other mans shoulder. He had the sudden urge to hug him tightly, but he guessed that wouldn't be a welcome action. "Sherlock, it's alright. You're home. You're safe with me." he tried to calm the detective down, feeling a little helpless, because he had never been someone too terribly good with that kind of thing and Sherlock was just... well Sherlock. "I'm not going anywhere, okay?"
He slid a little closer. "Let's get you into the bath, shall we?" he asked him, waiting to get permission to help him up.
Greg nodded and turned around to get a glass of water. His mind though, was occupied with the thought of the bath. They were both men, it shouldn't be anything difficult, but he was hesitating, for some reason. He grabbed some glass that looked clean and filled it with water, then headed back to Sherlocks room.
"Here." he said and sat down at the side of the bed, holding the glass out for him to take. He looked him over, relieved to see he was doing much better. "Maybe, if you will eat a little, we could try with the bath." he said, smiling, a little mischievously. But he really was thinking it would be easier and better if Sherlock ate a bit. He needed the strength, after all. Even if he didn't like it. Also, he was getting a little hungry himself, and tired, but to the latter he was used to. "We'll have to make sure to keep your arm out of the water, though." he added.
"And once you're up and awake, I've got a case for you." he said, hoping, this might keep Sherlock from protesting too much.
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