dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-28 16:35:00 |
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Blood and Blankets Part 3:
Title: Blood and Blankets part 3
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count:221B
Notes: Wasn't certain if I'd get another one in because I feel terrible but while I'm up and waiting for my husband to wake up and run to the store to get us some food I can actually eat... I figured I might as well write the drabble for prompt 46. dare. One or two more of these before I move onto a new storyline I think...(I can't leave Sherlock angsting like this forever. He needs a hug and his John.)
Blood and Blankets Part 3:
Sherlock was now into the eighteenth hour of waiting for the doors to open and for the surgeon to appear with news about his John. His entire focus was on staring at the door, willing it to open, as his mind yelled at John and for John...
Don't you dare die, John. If you die, I'll be all alone. I'll be lost without you. Lost without my blogger. Can't you see that I need you?
John had let him know that he would be working late on paperwork in his office at the surgery, so Sherlock had gone to John's office, since he was bored and annoying John while he was busy, until John gave up and said his name with an exasperated tone and agreed to have dinner with him, was more fun than brooding on the couch.
He had been in the restroom. He'd annoyed John and gotten the exasperated tone and agreement, but John explained that he really needed to finish this last set of papers and that it would only take a few minutes.
He heard the loud clanging noise of the main doors being kicked open.
"You bastard!" he heard a man shout at John. Sherlock ran towards John's office. "You got them coppers to take my daughter away!"
There was a loud bang.