Sherlock Holmes Drabbles #11- #12
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Title: Drabbles, titles below
Author: Jaelijn
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson
Summary: Answer to prompts 11+12 from the prompt table provided by kcscribbler for the community
Warnings: violence, spoilers for ILLU
Author's Note: These are missings scenes for The Illustrious Client. Enjoy, and, pray, leave a comment.
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11. Choke
It was getting harder to stay conscious. Struggling was futile, and I found myself regretting that I had not taken a cab. But then, the thugs would not have hesitated to waylay me at my very doorstep. Gruner was a determined man, unscrupulous.
The rascal who pressed his stick against my windpipe did not bother to let go as the other rammed his into my stomach. I was chocking, my vision blurring. He must have realised that I was no longer able to struggle, for he let go.
I slid to the ground, the final blow plunging me into darkness.
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12. Helpless
I had never felt quite as helpless as in those hours when I sat beside Holmes's bedside after Gruner's thugs had nearly killed him. After all, another surgeon had been there until I finally arrived. Now, I was back, having given a lengthy interview to the press and warning Johnson.
Holmes had been awake, although he had not touched his pipe, a sign that he was indeed feeling rather poorly. He had drifted of to an uneasy sleep now, I believe calmed by my presence. Maybe I was yet of some use, even though I wasn't allowed to avenge him.
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Title: Drabbles, titles below
Author: Jaelijn
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson
Summary: Answer to prompts 11+12 from the prompt table provided by kcscribbler for the community
Warnings: violence, spoilers for ILLU
Author's Note: These are missings scenes for The Illustrious Client. Enjoy, and, pray, leave a comment.
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11. Choke
It was getting harder to stay conscious. Struggling was futile, and I found myself regretting that I had not taken a cab. But then, the thugs would not have hesitated to waylay me at my very doorstep. Gruner was a determined man, unscrupulous.
The rascal who pressed his stick against my windpipe did not bother to let go as the other rammed his into my stomach. I was chocking, my vision blurring. He must have realised that I was no longer able to struggle, for he let go.
I slid to the ground, the final blow plunging me into darkness.
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12. Helpless
I had never felt quite as helpless as in those hours when I sat beside Holmes's bedside after Gruner's thugs had nearly killed him. After all, another surgeon had been there until I finally arrived. Now, I was back, having given a lengthy interview to the press and warning Johnson.
Holmes had been awake, although he had not touched his pipe, a sign that he was indeed feeling rather poorly. He had drifted of to an uneasy sleep now, I believe calmed by my presence. Maybe I was yet of some use, even though I wasn't allowed to avenge him.
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