[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- And you weep alone (JWP#17 2015)
Title: And you weep alone
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #17 But Aside From That, Dr. Watson, How Did You Like the Trip to Switzerland?: Watson has been accused of having a “pawky sense of humour” by his flatmate. Incorporate humour into your entry in some way - even grim or black humour (characteristic of both medical people and police).
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Warning: (apparant) character death
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 294
Summary: Watson knows that he is dying.
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He is dying, Watson knows. He can feel the blood running down his side, staining the ground below.
It will not take long and he is too numb to feel much pain. It is going to be a merciful death.
"WATSON!"
A scream of pain and horror, a scream of a man condemned to death - is Holmes injured as well?
Only moments later Holmes falls to his knees at Watson's side, pressing his hands to the bleeding wounds in his friend's chest.
His eyes, grey like the coming of a storm, are dark with an emotion Watson has never before seen.
Only the truest and deepest love can bring forth such endless and breaking agony.
"It was...," Watson mumbles and takes a shuddering breath. "... worth a wound..."
"Now is not the time to quote your romantic drivel, Watson," gasps Holmes shakingly, the corner of his lips tugged into a little smile.
"What else... should I... quote then?" Watson asks, his voice lightly tinged with pawky humour.
"How about one of my pieces of wisdoms?" Holmes asks around a deep swallow, his voice shaking with suppressed tears.
"Like.. when you said... open doors ought to be... forbidden because... you ran into one?"
Holmes laughs hoarsely, then takes one blood stained hand away from the wound to cup Watson's cheek.
"How about the most important one?"
A single tear runs over Sherlock Holmes' pale cheek.
"I am lost without my Boswell."
And as the darkness takes John Watson away, he realizes that there is nothing merciful about his death, as it is going to destroy his closest friend as it did him years ago.
But this time there is not going to be an amazing resurrection.
Fate has a cruel and twisted sense of humour.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2015
Prompt: #17 But Aside From That, Dr. Watson, How Did You Like the Trip to Switzerland?: Watson has been accused of having a “pawky sense of humour” by his flatmate. Incorporate humour into your entry in some way - even grim or black humour (characteristic of both medical people and police).
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Warning: (apparant) character death
Characters: Watson, Holmes
WordCount: 294
Summary: Watson knows that he is dying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He is dying, Watson knows. He can feel the blood running down his side, staining the ground below.
It will not take long and he is too numb to feel much pain. It is going to be a merciful death.
"WATSON!"
A scream of pain and horror, a scream of a man condemned to death - is Holmes injured as well?
Only moments later Holmes falls to his knees at Watson's side, pressing his hands to the bleeding wounds in his friend's chest.
His eyes, grey like the coming of a storm, are dark with an emotion Watson has never before seen.
Only the truest and deepest love can bring forth such endless and breaking agony.
"It was...," Watson mumbles and takes a shuddering breath. "... worth a wound..."
"Now is not the time to quote your romantic drivel, Watson," gasps Holmes shakingly, the corner of his lips tugged into a little smile.
"What else... should I... quote then?" Watson asks, his voice lightly tinged with pawky humour.
"How about one of my pieces of wisdoms?" Holmes asks around a deep swallow, his voice shaking with suppressed tears.
"Like.. when you said... open doors ought to be... forbidden because... you ran into one?"
Holmes laughs hoarsely, then takes one blood stained hand away from the wound to cup Watson's cheek.
"How about the most important one?"
A single tear runs over Sherlock Holmes' pale cheek.
"I am lost without my Boswell."
And as the darkness takes John Watson away, he realizes that there is nothing merciful about his death, as it is going to destroy his closest friend as it did him years ago.
But this time there is not going to be an amazing resurrection.
Fate has a cruel and twisted sense of humour.
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