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Chapter 7 - A Scandal in Belgravia

Sherlock P.O.V.

As my vision is quickly becoming fuzzier, I realize I’m at the brink of losing consciousness. I feel as if I’m about to slip into darkness.

What the hell did she give me?

It doesn’t matter. It’s a type of sedative, that’s all that matters.

I hate sedatives-they make your mind fuzzy and you have a hard time controlling your muscles and…a bunch of other things. What other things? Oh God, it’s happening now isn’t it? I’m now losing consciousness. No, no, I can’t lose consciousness-that makes my mind fuzzy! I need to get up, to move around, shake it off.

I try to move, to get up, but I have an extremely hard time controlling my muscles.

Come on Sherlock, you lazy git, get the hell up!

Now I feel myself slipping into darkness. I don’t like the feeling-I hate it.

I look up and find a familiar figure beside me. A familiar face-Kate.

A familiar face is good right now. I need a familiar face to help keep my mind away from losing consciousness.

I lift my hand and grasp hers. She can help me get out of this, she can pull me away from the oncoming darkness. Most times I like the dark. Darkness is usually the ally-but not in this case. In this case I’m afraid of the dark because it’s a kind of dark that I’m not very well acquainted with.

The darkness surrounds me.

I’m now at the scene in the country-the crime scene. I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of Phil’s car, and I see Irene standing outside, holding onto the edge of the window, which is rolled-down. She looks in at me rather urgently.

“Got it!” She says.

I blink and attempt to clear my head, and then turn as if to get out of the car. Before I can do so, Irene holds up a finger.

“Oh, shush now. Don’t get up. I’ll do the talking.” She walks to the rear of the car and bends down to look a little more closely at the exhaust pipe. “So the car’s about to backfire…” She stands and suddenly we’re both standing nearby the hiker in the field. He stands, frozen, staring up into the sky.

“And the hiker, staring at the sky.” Someone else says. I turn and see Kate standing on the other side of me. “You said he might be watching birds, but he wasn’t, was he?”

“He was watching another kind of flying thing.” Irene says. “The car backfires and the hiker turns to look…” The hiker turns his head to look at the car.

At the same time, something flies in quickly, so quick I can’t make out what it is. The object hits him in the back of the head and bounces off. The flying object disappears as quickly as it came. The hiker falls backwards and for a second, I feel as if I’m back in Irene’s bedroom and falling backwards and landing on the floor. Next, I’m back at the crime scene, and the three of us look down at the ground just in front of the hiker.

“Which was a big mistake.” Kate finishes. Both her and Irene look towards the road again.

“By the time the driver looks up, the hiker’s already dead. What he doesn’t see it what killed him because it’s already being washed downstream.” Irene says.

Then I see, floating at the edge of the stream, is a boomerang.

“An accomplished sportsman recently returned from foreign travel with a boomerang. You got that from one look?” Irene asks. “Definitely the new sexy.” She turns and smiles at me.

“I…” I begin vaguely. I blink, looking round in confusion. “I…”

Suddenly, a bed practically rises up from behind me, and I sink down into it. A sheet rises up to wrap around me and my eyes close involuntarily.

“Hush now.” Irene says softly, and I open my eyes and see that we’re now in a room. “It’s okay. I’m only returning your coat.” She leans closer to me, and then fades out from view.