Inappropriate reply to "I love you."lotusduckAugust 14 2011, 07:16:58 UTC
Mini-fill or sentence fill for characters making a poor excuse for a reply to a declaration of love, you know what I mean, like "That's nice?" or "Whatever for." or "Do not."
Mini-fill, S/JrattyjolAugust 14 2011, 07:32:27 UTC
Sherlock glanced down at the pale face of his flatmate. His hands were no longer red, but John's blood still stained his front. (A pity. He'd liked that shirt.)
He stood, making as if to leave the hospital room, but a hand shot out and grasped his wrist in a grip surprisingly firm.
"Sh'lock," John slurred, his eyes half open. They were glassy and unfocused, but seemed to be more or less trained on the consulting detective himself. "Sh'lock -- you 'kay?"
"Yes, John," Sherlock assured him, although the doctor would forget almost immediately, heavily medicated as he was. "I'm perfectly fine."
"Sh'lock -- wanted to say -- love you, Sh'lock."
The detective stared at his flatmate in shock, then swept his eyes around the room in a way that clearly pleaded help me. When no help was forthcoming, he patted John's hand awkwardly. "That's -- er. That's very nice, John." Carefully prying his flatmate's fingers from his sleeve, he quickly fled into the hallway. These were the times that he really needed a smoke, damn it.
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He stood, making as if to leave the hospital room, but a hand shot out and grasped his wrist in a grip surprisingly firm.
"Sh'lock," John slurred, his eyes half open. They were glassy and unfocused, but seemed to be more or less trained on the consulting detective himself. "Sh'lock -- you 'kay?"
"Yes, John," Sherlock assured him, although the doctor would forget almost immediately, heavily medicated as he was. "I'm perfectly fine."
"Sh'lock -- wanted to say -- love you, Sh'lock."
The detective stared at his flatmate in shock, then swept his eyes around the room in a way that clearly pleaded help me. When no help was forthcoming, he patted John's hand awkwardly. "That's -- er. That's very nice, John." Carefully prying his flatmate's fingers from his sleeve, he quickly fled into the hallway. These were the times that he really needed a smoke, damn it.
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