I'm running.

I've been running for a while.

Smoke and gun shots are all around me.

I have to keep running.

I send a shot towards the enemy but I can't see if it hits.

Then there's a bullet heading for me.

Heading for me.

Heading for me.

For me.

I try to dodge it completely.

I fail.

It hits my shoulder.

Pain erupts through my body.

I scream.

I sit up, terrified and drenched in sweat. I try and get my breath back. In. Out. In. Out.

Sherlock sits up from next to me and holds me in his arms.

"It's ok now John, you're safe. It's ok. Everything is ok," he whispers over and over. I slowly let myself lie down again; and I fall asleep, hoping for a dreamless night from now on.