(Major editing) It wouldn't take a consulting detective to see that I love you.

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Hey guys, exams have started so that means it won't be too long before I finally get this edited and start posting the next one. I got a bit of the next one written and will hopefully get this edited when I finish exam but in the mean time I though I'd give you guys this, I hope you enjoy it, if you got and ideas or something you want me to add in the next one tell me and I'll try my best. Bye for now, love yas xx

Johns POV
It had taken months for me to recover. The moment I heard the new of Sherlock's dead was still fresh on my mind. I had cried myself to sleep nearly every night. I didn't eat or drink, only sleeping when I passed out from exhaustion.

It had taken a while but I fought threw the pain. I was able to continue classes, it was hard at first since I had missed so much but after a week or two I had gotten back on track. I had started studying regularly and began getting the grades I needed.

Time was passing quickly and soon days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years and before I knew it I was graduating collage, a lot of new people had come into my life and many had left. I had somehow gotten my degree in medicine and applied at the British Army to become an army doctor.

I had been accepted only weeks after applying and was soon being shipped off to Afghanistan. Over the years of working there, I had grown accustom to the way of living out there. It was quite a tightly knit community. Everything was fine until one day when a crazed shooter got out. He fired shots in every direction. Many of my friends were shot, some killed, and I got shot myself. I was immediately sent back home.

The wound in my shoulder had caused other things. I had fallen in an awkward position and hit my head in some way that had cause amnesia. I couldn't remember most of my past. I was left with amnesia, a shoulder wound and a psychosomatic limp.

When I got back, my sister greeted me. After I told her I had amnesia she explained pretty much my whole life. I stayed with her for a couple weeks after I got back. Her and her wife had split up so she was living in a small flat.

I had decided to go to a therapist to help with my leg. She had told me to start a blog on everything exciting that happens in my life.

I had eventually found a flat outside of London near Russell square. It was very small but it was hard to find places to stay, especially since I had no job, no job means no money and army pensions are near to nothing.

I'm not sure I'd survive by myself, I might as well head to the streets now.