John felt tears prick his eyes.
"His last word was my name." he said with a sob.
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Sherlock's mind was full of thoughts that were as fast as the wind and as violent as a hurricane.
Freak. Idiot. Machine. Psychopath. Arse. Disappointment. Sherlock shook his head.
"Shut up shut up shut up!" he screamed. Just like that the thoughts settled.
John.
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Sherlock shivered as the drugs spread to every inch of his body, being rushed along with every heartbeat.
"J-John." he managed to say before he collapsed.
John was with Mary on their honeymoon.
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
