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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