John Watson internationally smuggles tea (imhisblogger) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-10-04 12:20:00 |
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Who:John Watson; a short narrative or open to Rose if she wants ♥.
What:John mulls things over in bed and is just too tired to get up anymore.
When:Today
Where:His room
Warnings:TBA
John had been quieter then usual the last couple of days since he met with Katherine, and then there was the medbay mess. John had created that, he knew it but he simply didn't have the energy to do anything else about it. He didn't want to go back down there, he didn't want to go anywhere. He just laid in bed. That was really the only thing that felt right. Luke had told him he shouldn't try to live the life he'd lived with Sherlock, and maybe there was something to it. Right now though he didn't want to live any life. He just wanted to sleep away the total depression he felt creeping up on him. His mind was a mess of everything, he supposed it was fitting with everything he'd done.
Putting his future dated resignation into the medbay had hurt unexpectedly. There had been a time once when he loved it there. He had been so confident that he could help people and did potentially save many lives when Pestilence came along and infected them all with mystery diseases. Now it was nothing but a reminder of a happier time. A thing that hurt him to even think about still. A thing that apparently he should already be over. He couldn't even fake it. He'd tried for a few days but it hurt. Everything still just hurt.
So today John was just going to lay in bed. Maybe type at his computer a bit if he felt like it, but the chances that he felt like doing anything were dangerously low. John barely had the energy to reply to Jacen. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. The sun peeking through the blinds didn't even matter. He had tried to catch up to the world by talking to the Jedi, John just felt like he couldn't anymore. He had Sherlock's scarf tucked beside him, his cheek resting on the soft fabric. His room was quiet, it was nearly two pm and he hadn't even bothered to turn on the light. The darkness helped sooth his nerves.