Dreams - Sherlock Fanfic

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I hear the long beep ring out. Surely that can't be his room. I sit in silence until the beep stops. Nobody rushes out. They tell me I can go in to see him. He looks so awful. His face is paler than usual, his hair hangs unwashed in a sticky mess on his forehead.

I sit next to him, taking in every detail I failed to manage to see when he was so close. His pale skin seemed to get paler before the beep rung out and I was pulled out yelling. The only word that I could manage was the name I had grown to love.

"SHERLOCK!"