Professor Posh ➳ Teacher x Student/Sherlock x Reader

Bloody

My heart skips a beat faster than the droplets falling and sputtering on the cold surface beneath my feet.

I look up. My breath hitches, the stench of blood increases, my head spins.

They're savagely duct-taped to the ceiling, certain appendages of their body are slit open, very thinly, to leak enough blood.

Their tears fall with their blood and it's almost difficult to distinguish the blood from tears-- Kaeya and Dessia- my two sweet friends since I can remember- make incoherent sounds of discomfort and grief.

They are still alive.

I dial the emergency on my my phone and climb up a table to elevate myself to the ceiling, my body trembling and my stomach turning as the scent of blood spikes through my nose and my hands become drenched when I try to remove the tape and help them get down, but I lose my footing on the table and fall pathetically, my head still spinning as I stare up at my friends that need my help.

There's a sharp pain in my shoulder where I fell, and I feel a burn in my clavicle.

My friends are still alive and breathing their last breaths.

I need to get up. I need to help them.

There's no time left, get up Y/N. Why don't you get up? What are you feeling in your heart? Why don't you do something, why don't you help? Do you enjoy this?

My heart races until I feel no more. It rips out of my chest and my hyperventilation becomes blinded by endless thoughts, as droplets of blood and tears that were not my own, fall on my lips.

I black out and it feels like seconds until I wake up to see another ceiling. This one's white, a clean slate.

I make an attempt to sit up but come to the realization that I had dislocated my left shoulder, hence a cast was in place.

I notice i'm in a hospital before that horrifying vision crosses my mind. The image of my friends- my dear friends- in absolute pain. Shamed and slabbed on the bloody ceiling.

My heart rate inclines as I think about them, I start to have something like a panic attack, before I hear beeping and a nurse rushes inside to take my hand and increase my morphine level, and tell me it's okay. Everything is going to be okay.

I swallow dryly and taste my tears by accident as I look at her and ask if my friends are okay, but she won't reply. She doesn't talk- simply bites her lip, turns off the beeping machine and turns around to leave as someone else enters the room.

I watch Sherlock with desperation for answers as he walks in and scans my entire situation. I can't calm down, I need to get out of here and see them. I need to know who did this.

I need to know who did this.

Sherlock takes a seat and simply stares at me blankly. Like a statue, he is cold, pale, and doesn't make an attempt to comfort me as I contain my tears to look at him.

"Talk to me...tell me they are alright." I say slowly, carefully out of desperation and this makes his eyes flicker over me with a sadness in the blue hues as they grow wet.

I don't need to hear him say it and he knows this.

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