[Sherlock Holmes ACD] --- Cure (JWP#07 2016)
Title: Cure
Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2016
Prompt: #07"Epidemic": A word to strike fear into the hearts of men, but one that can be used in reference to giggles as easily as germs. How you choose to employ it is up to you.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson
WordCount: 225
Summary: There are many kinds of epidemics and Watson suffers from one of the body as well as of the mind.
Warning: Again, written in a huge rush and unable to find any plot bunnies for inspiration. ;( And on top of it all I am getting sick. ,_,
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Watson never wishes harm on anybody, especially no sickness and yet when the influenza hits he can not supress a feeling of relief.
While still crippled and weak himself, he nevertheless follows the call of those that need help and ask him for it. Even though those are only their elderly neighbors who pay him with stories, it nevertheless feels great.
Great to be needed, great to be useful.
In his darkest hours depression is like an epidemic, attacking and weaking his mind and body and he could feel it crawl through his bones for months.
So now he tackles those small cases of flu with a vengeance, ignoring the pain and symptoms of his own body to supress the black whispers of his mind.
As such it does not come as a surprise that he falls victim to the flu himself, but he is extremely surprised to see Holmes sitting at his bedside the morning after his collapse.
It is the first time that Holmes entered his bedroom and looking at the state of his unshaven face it is also apparantly the first night he spent here.
While blinking tiredly at his new roomate (friend?), Watson for the first time believes that there might be a cure for his dark sickness of the heart and gratefully returns to the silent darkness of restful sleep.
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Theme: Watson's Woes July Writing Prompts 2016
Prompt: #07"Epidemic": A word to strike fear into the hearts of men, but one that can be used in reference to giggles as easily as germs. How you choose to employ it is up to you.
Author: Alaylith
Rating: General Audiences
Universe: ACD
Characters: Watson
WordCount: 225
Summary: There are many kinds of epidemics and Watson suffers from one of the body as well as of the mind.
Warning: Again, written in a huge rush and unable to find any plot bunnies for inspiration. ;( And on top of it all I am getting sick. ,_,
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Watson never wishes harm on anybody, especially no sickness and yet when the influenza hits he can not supress a feeling of relief.
While still crippled and weak himself, he nevertheless follows the call of those that need help and ask him for it. Even though those are only their elderly neighbors who pay him with stories, it nevertheless feels great.
Great to be needed, great to be useful.
In his darkest hours depression is like an epidemic, attacking and weaking his mind and body and he could feel it crawl through his bones for months.
So now he tackles those small cases of flu with a vengeance, ignoring the pain and symptoms of his own body to supress the black whispers of his mind.
As such it does not come as a surprise that he falls victim to the flu himself, but he is extremely surprised to see Holmes sitting at his bedside the morning after his collapse.
It is the first time that Holmes entered his bedroom and looking at the state of his unshaven face it is also apparantly the first night he spent here.
While blinking tiredly at his new roomate (friend?), Watson for the first time believes that there might be a cure for his dark sickness of the heart and gratefully returns to the silent darkness of restful sleep.
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