He'd failed. A former doctor, a former soldier, and he'd failed. He had all the right drugs, taken an anti-emetic. And now? Well, he was obviously waking from a coma of sorts. Perhaps he was brain damaged. It was a horrific hope, an unkind one to those who truly suffered from brain injuries.
But perhaps he could be sent to a "home" of sorts. Allowed to be wheeled, or sit, at a window. Looking at nothing.
Remembering Mary, every extraordinary thing she had been. Their child.
Sherlock, before he had jumped. Sherlock before he had killed. For John. Not for Mary. Sherlock didn't like Mary. He'd likely rather spend time with...
"John?"
That was Greg.
"Dear God, you're actually awake this time. Truly-"
John listened as Greg moved and yelled for help.
John wanted to say "there's a call button" he wanted to say "don't call for doctors and nurses. Help me. Hold a pillow against my face." But he'd never allow Greg to be charged for murder.
Watched as doctors finally rushed in, the noise was too much, the movement. John faded sllwly away.
His last thoughts were "Mary" and "did he read it? Understand it?"
No 9/
He'd failed. A former doctor, a former soldier, and he'd failed. He had all the right drugs, taken an anti-emetic. And now? Well, he was obviously waking from a coma of sorts. Perhaps he was brain damaged. It was a horrific hope, an unkind one to those who truly suffered from brain injuries.
But perhaps he could be sent to a "home" of sorts. Allowed to be wheeled, or sit, at a window. Looking at nothing.
Remembering Mary, every extraordinary thing she had been. Their child.
Sherlock, before he had jumped. Sherlock before he had killed. For John. Not for Mary. Sherlock didn't like Mary. He'd likely rather spend time with...
"John?"
That was Greg.
"Dear God, you're actually awake this time. Truly-"
John listened as Greg moved and yelled for help.
John wanted to say "there's a call button" he wanted to say "don't call for doctors and nurses. Help me. Hold a pillow against my face." But he'd never allow Greg to be charged for murder.
Watched as doctors finally rushed in, the noise was too much, the movement. John faded sllwly away.
His last thoughts were "Mary" and "did he read it? Understand it?"