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Masochism? Leaning back in his chair Sherlock leveled his gaze on Spock, “Well now isn’t that a contradiction Either you can’t feel the pain or you enjoy the pain- thus you would have to feel it?” He gave a quick glance at Spock’s wrists and neck- common places that would show signs of wear or bruising due to associated ‘clothing’ with the masochistic lifestyle. Narrowing his eyes slightly he took a moment to try and understand Spock’s excuse. However it was interesting that he jumped so quickly to cover up his mistake- it meant Spock was watching him and gauging him just as he was watching Spock. Nerve ending damage? A terrible lie- nerve damage would be far more likely to effect his speech and yet Spock spoke with a perfect clipped tone. Luckily, Spock had never met John and shouldn’t be able to detect this slip up. 'Words cannot describe the way I'm feeling.Raising an eyebrow Sherlock couldn’t help but cock his head in a rather un-Johnlike fashion. 'What can I do to convince you we need more time?' 'I hate to say goodbye - it gets harder everytime.' 'I can't wait for the day that you don't change your mind.' 'I can see those tell tale signs telling me that I was on your mind.' 'How can you just walk out of my life without even giving a reason?' 'Everything I say, she takes it the wrong way.' 'Can’t tell my friends cos they will laugh.' 'Can't you just forget the things I said?' He could feel blood pooling underneath his robe and shirt, hoping Liz wouldn’t see. “N-Not s-safe… B-Bee… N-Not s-safe.” He whimpered, hugging his knees as he tried to ignore the screaming pain from his back. Sherlock looked to nurse with wide eyes as he shot up, tears streaming down his face. “Sherlock…Sherlock.” she called out as she pushed the coffee table away so there would be more room by the sofa for the two of them. “N-No… Please… Stop…” He cried, his entire body shaking and thrashing on the sofa before falling off and landing on his back, screaming out in pain.Įlizabeth rushed into the sitting room and knelt on the floor next to Sherlock. He hadn’t slept since he got back from Serbia and even then, it hard for the detective to sleep.Īs he could feel his dream slowly turn to the hell that was Serbia, he let out a soft whimper as he mumbled in Serbian for them to stop.

He slowly fell into unconsciousness, despite the fear of his nightmares haunting him. Sherlock could feel someone staring as he drifted in and out of sleep, trying his best to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind. She was quiet as she moved about the kitchen while she set up the kettle for tea and as she waited for the water to boil she watched Sherlock doze on The sofa. She wondered if Sherlock was still awake like she was or if he had fallen asleep after her verbal assault. The nurse sighed as she threw the covers off her body and stood Before making her way to the kitchen. There was no need to put others safety at risk because she was tired. He had been avoiding sleep due to the nightmares and the trauma that had occurred in Serbia.ġ:30 AM and still no sleep and for the first time in years Elizabeth called in sick. Quietly, he could feel himself drifting off and knew that the inevitable was bound to happen. Wincing as he moved to rest on the sofa, Sherlock could feel the sore cuts on his back screaming in agony as he settled back down. She would be needed to work at 4 and he couldn’t stand sleeping alone or even being alone in the apartment while he was on a downward spiral into the abyss of his damaged mind. He sat in the doorway of their–her bedroom, his hand resting on the door as he looked down at his mobile as the time read “1:04AM” in bright, block letters on the screen. He had been through hell and had no way of keeping contact without compromising both of their safety.

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“How can you just walk out of my life without giving me a reason, Sherlock?”īecause he didn’t know what to do, nor how to protect her or John or Mrs Hudson from Moriarty’s men. And yet again he had thrown it away for another two year hiatus after coming back into Elizabeth’s life. He hurt her, he had caused her grief and sorrow in those seven years he had been gone. The nurse’s words had been ringing in his mind for the last few days, his eyes bloodshot from the crying he had done and the fact that her tone held anger mixed with sadness. How can you just walk out of my life without giving me a reason🐝

Stop showing off, you’re not impressing anyone.

You’re not listening! This is important!.

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