Brilliant is one thing he'll likely never be again.
There's no one in the room when he opens his eyes to the sight of a sterile hospital room and a railed bed with an IV line. An acute sense of thirst and hunger overcome him. There's a white pad with a red button on it only inches away from his left hand--he fumbles to move his arm to press it because he has a feeling that he should.
It's only a few minutes before a nurse comes into the room--her eyes widen and she drops her clipboard when she sees that his eyes are open. "Mr. Brook!" She gasps.
...He supposes that must be his name. "Oh my god!" She continues, rushing out of the room. She leaves him in a state of bewilderment that is compounded soon after when she returns, along with a doctor and two other nurses.
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They give him the basket of his things that they got from him when he was admitted. A phone, a coat. A wallet with ID saying that his name is Richard Brook. It doesn't feel quite right, but why it doesn't is something he could never tell. They tell him that he doesn't have an emergency contact, doesn't have any family, and they couldn't unlock his phone.
It kind of makes him sad. He wished he had someone who could tell him who he actually is other than a smiling face on this driver's license. When he asks what happened to him, they say that he was shot. Through the head! Who would have done that to him? They say it looks like suicide.
When they leave the room he picks up the phone again. It won't turn on. He figures it probably is out of batteries. Maybe it's broken. He plugs it into the wall with a charger they find for him, just in case.
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Staring at a blank screen that says 'I am locked' he realizes that even though his phone now turns on, he has no idea how he's going to unlock it. He turns it off.
Turns it on again.
Turns it off.
Turns it on. His thumb jumps to the keypad to press the 's', then the 'h', then and 'e' and an 'r' in succession. The lock screen clears. He makes a happy noise and begins to click through it.
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...This phone is not his. It belongs to someone named Jim who has a lot of contacts and some really odd pictures. But he supposes that he must be friends with this 'Jim' guy, because he has got his phone. He clicks through to the last call and presses 'redial'. It rings for a long time and then, too loud in his ear comes a man's voice:
'Sebastian Moran. Leave a message.' The voice is terse and deep. He doesn't bother leaving a message, but clicks through to the next to last call. Disconnected. He goes to the third to last. 'Sherlock Holmes'. Hm. His password sounds a lot like that name. He hits the redial button and listens to the ringing.
((Put it three years later because that way John has his Sherlock back. XDD))
((I'm going to largely ignore muscle degeneratation. So sue me.))
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