~Sherlock~
I woke to the smell of blood and antiseptic. Mentally, I frowned. What could that mean? My mind supplied the answer, a hospital. Why was I in a hospital?
Someone squeezed my hand. I tried to notify them of my return to consciousness by returning the gesture but couldn't seem to make my hand work. I concentrated and managed a pitiful little twitch of my fingers, but nothing more. The response was immediate. Two hands clutched at mine and someone leaned over me.
"Come on, Sherlock," said the voice, "you can do this. I'm not letting you die on me. Can you hear me? Sherlock, Sherlock! Please open your eyes."
I tried, I really, really did, but it seemed as if my eyelids were being held down with cinder blocks. After a valiant effort, I mentally collapsed, utterly exhausted. As the fog consumed my mind once again I could hear the man franticly whispering.
"Come on, come on, you can do this. Wake up! Please..."
Unfortunately, I really couldn't. My last thought before I blacked out was an apology to the man who seemed so desperate to keep me alive. I couldn't stay awake for myself, let alone him.
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Memorandum (Sherlock Fanfic) (On Hold)
FanfictionSherlock jumped but he didn't die. He wakes up in a hospital with no idea who he is.
