Aha! I am back! Sorry for such along delay I've been struggling with schoolwork and just life in general 😕 But! That didn't stop me, so here's Sherlock's POV! Hope you enjoy ♥️♥️ (apologies for it being in first person idk what I was thinking)
I laid on the cold pavement, feeling people I hardly knew hurriedly drizzling stage blood on the pavement and then my pale face. I tried my best to contort my body into some kind of shape that would portray death. After a couple seconds of adjusting I gave a slight nod and the plan was set into action.
I forced my eyes open and stared at the open grey sky. A breeze ruffled my hair that had been wetted clumsily with blood.
Actors rushed around me. Some dressed as innocent bystanders concerned for the man that had just thrown himself off a building, and some pretending to be nurses and doctors, panicking and checking my pulse more times then I deemed necessary.
Shaking the thoughts pounding at my skull, I forced my body to go into shut down. I'm dead, I'm dead. The thought pounded in my head, it's rhythm keeping time with my racing heart, and eventually letting the slight twitch in my hands cease.
Then I heard it; "Let me through, let me through" "Please, I'm a Doctor" John Watson's voice wavered, laced with tears. "He's my friend, please" My heart broke. What the hell was I doing to this man? John, I'm so, so sorry. I could hear my best friend's life falling apart. And there was nothing I could do.
I felt his hand. Without looking I could tell just by the slight weakness that he'd had a rough night and hardly slept. Oh John. The thought of John's dark blue eyes entered my mind. His soft smile when I would sit on the edge of his bed some nights if his bad dreams reoccurred. What fantastic nights those were. I might never get to experience those again. John, find someone who will take those dreams away from you, I thought sadly.
I snapped back into reality and resisted the strong urge to grip John's soft hand. To never let go. To stand up and embrace him, telling him that it was alright. That I was alright. That it would be okay. I began to consider when suddenly his hand was gone. I let mine fall limply to the ground as I heard his broken voice yelling in vain as he was being dragged away. A single tear ran down my cheek as I was lifted onto a stretcher. I'm sorry.
There we go 😊 it's really not as good as I'd hoped but I could only do so much! I really hoped you liked it, if you didn't, that's fine! Just make sure if you have suggestions please don't hesitate to tell me. I'd really love to improve my writing.
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The Fall
FanficA continuing story about the Reichenbach Fall! As the title so generously suggests.
