Bleeding... bleeding, I couldn't stop it.
"John," he rasped.
"It will be good, you just endure it and now..." I muttering, but in my heart I already knew, that there is no hope.
"John," he took the effort to pronounce my name again. It sounded like a plea and prayer concurrently. My eyes filled with tears and he took the last strength which he had, in order that he grabbed my hand and fixedly looked at me.
"Sorry," the lieutenant Summers said. He let go of my hand and closed his eyes forever. Here died my boss, the man who bullied me, a man who spent the last time of his life, to make an apology me and my first patient, who died under my hands.
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John Watson's bad days
FanfictionWe all have days when we are saying, that if we stayed in bed, we'd do better, but unfortunately it isn't working like that. We don't know, what awaits for us in the day, when we get up. Sometimes when we look at others people, we have no idea how m...
