Rest

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I came back to the present from a hard slap on the face. Everyone was circled around me, looking down with worried faces, well, besides Sherlock. I was sweating like crazy, my eyes were wild and my heart was beating fast. Will was next to me, holding my hand. "Let me see her, I'm a doctor." "Yeah well I'm THE doctor so I should see her too." Soon I am laid on Will's bed with John on one side and the Doctor on the other. John was checking my pulse and temperature while the doctor scanned me with his sonic (receiving glances from other guests). "She has a high fever and her pulse has reached 150, we need to get her to a doctor." "No time, we need her here. We should let her rest and she will get better." By the time the doctor said that I had already begun dosing off, worn out from the earlier experience. the last thing I noticed before meeting with the dark of sleep, was Will's lips pressed to mine, then nothing.

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