Closing her eyes, squeezing them tightly shut, Anthea sighed. The pain was just soo potent that she was struggling to remain detached. Her face would be contorted in pain if she was looking at herself right now, and Mycroft would undoubtedly text her in approximately 3 hours to request her presence in the office. And she would need to be there. But it was not currently looking likely. Te agony was blinding. It flashes in front of her eyes and radiated throughout her bones, likes a drill being forced through her skull. But that was okay. It was simply a test on her resolve. So Anthea closed her eyes, breathed deeply and tried her best to shut down for the remainder of her hours "rest" before work called to her again.
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Anthea's Struggle
FanfictionThis story focuses around the characters Mycroft and Anthea from Sherlock. Anthea looked across at the wall, clutching at her stomach and curling her leg underneath herself. The pain was sharp and ever so present. She knew that work would be partic...
