Prompting Part XXIV
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At night when Sherlock couldn't sleep, he would wander the halls of his home, dodging and weaving the passing maids, testing his spying skills. Sometimes he was caught and sent to bed. Sometimes he hid himself so well, he heard whole conversations from these maids as they smoked their cigarettes in the kitchen.
Tonight Sherlock wanted to try his hand on spying on his father in his study. The man hardly let anyone in there, not even Mummy, so it was a space of wonder and curiosity.
Around midnight he slipped through the large double doors and his himself in a darken corner. His heart thrummed loudly as he wondered if his father would catch him immediately.
Around 12:15 Papa entered the study and closed the doors behind him. He pulled a small orange bottle from his pocket, rolled it in his hands. It made a rattaling noise.
Sherlock had to keep himself from giggling. Was he going to be privy to one of his Papa's many secrets?
His father strode to a small table near the fireplace. On it was a glass with amber-colored liquid inside and poured himself a large glass. Papa then sat down, popped open the orange container, and began swallowing the contents.
Each swallow was followed by a large gulp of the amber liquid.
There was a moment in which Papa gagged, and Sherlock jumped at the retched noise. His father clapped a hand over his mouth and shook from effort to keep from vomiting.
It was then Sherlock knew something was wrong. He wanted to come out of his hiding place, tell his father to stop, but he also didn't want to get into trouble for hiding.
So he stayed quiet.
Once the orange contianer was empty and the glass of liquid nearly done, Papa settled into his large chair and closed his eyes.
Sherlock did not dare move from his hidden spot, but his bladder was demanding attention. Papa had not moved too, not for nearly an hour now. He wasn't sleeping, because Papa snored when he snoozed.
There were no sounds coming from him.
Eventually Sherlock creeped out of his hidden spot, slowly moving forward towards his father. He kept expecting Papa to suddenly open his eyes, to point his large finger at Sherlock and yell at him for being in his private space.
Finally, after a long debate with himself, Sherlock spoke. "Papa?"
No response.
Sherlock tried again, louder this time. "Papa? Are you awake?"
The maids found them both the next morning.
At first they thought nothing was wrong. When they opened the double doors, they found the sight of Sherlock curled up on his father's lap to be a sight of warmth and good feeling.
Then the smell of urine hit their noses. They could see Sherlock had wet himself, but neither he nor Mr. Holmes made an effort to correct that.
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