Sherlock - Blank spaces

the awakening

Sherlocks eyes fluttered open , the light slowly filtering his pupils . His surroundings gradually spinning into focus , blob of objects .A mix of colour ... A streak of blond , a dash of black and a feel of a sweaty hand in his cold grip.'john?' The words gently seeping out of his mouth which he could hardly control like liquid poring out of his mush. sherlocks sight was now getting clearer and was now able to see his tiny John , his cheekbones prodding throw his skin . The bones in his fingers clearly visible and his tired warn down eyes no longer gleaming in the light. Sherlock let out a gasp of relief , he was real , John was real . How long had sherlock Been in this state weeks ? Months ? Years?. Time was unpredictable but judging by johns state it had been a fair while. The surroundings were clearly sterilised every day at noon. The calendar on the wall marked December . December the 25th. Sherlock smiled , that half smile that sent girls weak at the knees. He gently shock johns thin shoulder. He stirred but not wake ing , in his sleep begging sherlock not to die . Sherlock shock the solider a little more firmly , a little stronger