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Today was the day I turned 24. I wasn't expecting a happy birthday from many people. I checked my phone and I had 4 texts

Happy birthday Veronica!-Molly and Lestrade

Happy Birthday Veronica visit me soon?-John

Happy birthday sweetheart(Aunt H)-marys phone

Happy birthday :)-Irene

I realised I was sleeping in the bedroom underground still. No one was there. I didn't want to go back to my mum's house I wanted to be back at 221B. It was my birthday for anyone's sake and Sherlock left me alone, I was so angry. Sherlock had put notes on the door I went into last night with the man he claimed he had no idea where he was. A mad man was here with me inside this little cave underground. I went to the bathroom I showered and got dressed  brushing my hair and I hesitated leaving. I wanted to but as I touched the handle a voice echoed down through the tunnel.

"It was just a video Veronica, there's nothing down there." Sherlock's voice he smiled at me when I turned to look at him

I gave him a questioning look

"Happy Birthday" He walked toward me with his hands behind his back and he planted a kiss on my cheek. As he reached toward the table in the narrow hallway he handed me a card and a cow stuffie.

"Your hand!" I looked at it and reached for it gently "Let me look" He pulled away

"It's not-"

"No, Sherlock what happened" I looked at him "Tell me"

"Here" He said as he reached for his hand with a cut gushing blood

"Oh Sherlock, what happened?" I ask

"You sound like your aunt." He mumbles clearing his throat "Nooooow so this is what happened. The client I was talking to he was a madman so defended myself" he said

"Sherlock why did you go to one alone? Its really dangerous out there" I hug him "Lets go get this cleaned up" he sat on the toilet in the bathroom and he was holding his stomach. "What" I unbuttoned his black shirt and there was bruises and cuts all over his chest and stomach. "Oh my God."

"Its nothing" He says I look through the cabinets an grab the alcohol and cotton pads "It'll sting yeah yeah" He said

I roll my eyes noticing I'm spending my day taking care of a man. A very lazy man.

I picked up his trench coat and check the pockets and there are two tickets to a festival.

"A festival? When?" I ask him showing the man pulling off all his bandages "STOP, no no no leave them on." Jesus he was mad.

"Jesus Sherlock" I put more bandages over them. "Why did you get a case without one of us"

"It wasn't a case I tracked Moriarty last night." Sherlock all of a sudden spilled everything that he had done last night "I met him we spoke things got carried away."

I looked at him sighing "Let's go home"