[Mycroft looks aghast, he tries to push through before he realizes that he's not going to have much luck, and besides, what's he going to do in there except get in the way and distract the doctors and nurses, who actually have jobs to do?
Sentiment, it makes one do foolish things.]
...I, right. Of course. Thank you.
[He hovers in front of the waiting room, too wired and anxious to go in there and actually sit down, as he takes out his cell phone and, after hesitating, and a large sigh, dials their parents. Hopefully he's skilled enough to explain this in the least shocking way possible.
Yeah, right. How on earth was 'your son is possibly dying of a drug overdose?' going to be anything but shocking? He rubs the bridge of his nose, and looks anxiously back over at the door of the waiting room.
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Sentiment, it makes one do foolish things.]
...I, right. Of course. Thank you.
[He hovers in front of the waiting room, too wired and anxious to go in there and actually sit down, as he takes out his cell phone and, after hesitating, and a large sigh, dials their parents. Hopefully he's skilled enough to explain this in the least shocking way possible.
Yeah, right. How on earth was 'your son is possibly dying of a drug overdose?' going to be anything but shocking? He rubs the bridge of his nose, and looks anxiously back over at the door of the waiting room.