A/N: Sentence/word-prompt drabbles and other tales, found along the dusty cobwebs of my brain attic. :-)
Prompt 01: "There is no time." – A 221B drabble (format created by KCS).
Time Waits for No Man
"There is no time."
He was often haunted by the words.
It mattered not that he said them as a doctor. It mattered not that he said them as a friend. It mattered not when he had heard them in between broken cries and bitten-off oaths on a blood-strewn sea of sand and dust, his own shouts ignored by the orderly who gripped his arm abruptly and hauled him across the back of his horse. It had been agonising, yet despite his pain he'd had no desire to flee.
He had wanted to go back. He had wanted to help.
"There is no time, Watson," Murray had snapped, his voice dry and incredibly saddened, half-choked. The left side of his face was covered in blood, and Watson did not know whom it belonged to, had prayed it was not his.
Time did not seem to like Watson very much. It dug its fingers into him like claws, cutting deep and painful, making wounds in winding paths across his skin. He followed every one and bled profusely as he went.
As he stared at her now, he asked helplessly, "What can I do?"
She gazed back at him, smiled. He knew it wouldn't be long.
"There is no time," she said, and his heart ached to hear her voice, devoid of bitterness.
End
A/N II: 'Lacrimosa' – Latin for 'weeping'. Seemed an apt title, considering the angsty waters in which I wade, lol. Those familiar with me will know that there is likely to be angst brewing in this particular teapot. More tea leaves will be added as and when my writing muse pays a visit.