I sit and I hear the words. I am numb.
Inoperable. Deep. Intracranial pressure. Terribly sorry. Options. Arrangements.
Sherlock sits next to me, legs crossed. He is calm. "How long do I have?" is all he asks.
The neurosurgeon is a classmate of mine from Bart's. He's a good man. He is looking at me with sympathy, presuming what they all do. I don't mind so much. "A month. At the outside."
I have more questions but Sherlock is on his feet. "Thank you, Doctor. Come, John." And he is out of the room. I start to follow.
"John – I'm so sorry," says my old friend. "We can make him comfortable."
I laugh. I'm surprised to hear it come out of my mouth. "He's never been comfortable in his life. No need to start now."
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Alone On The Water
FanfictionSorrow's my body on the waves Sorrow's a girl inside my cave I live in a city sorrow built It's in my honey, it's in my milk Don't leave my half a heart alone on the water Cover me in rag and bone sympathy Cause I don't want to get over you. I give...
