One more time. One more dose. Stimulating my thoughts.
"Come On, Redbeard!"
I see myself running, I'm going to catch him. Yellowbeard is going to win.
"I that am lost, oh who will find me..."
She's coming, closer, closer.
"Help soccur me now the east wind blows..."
I can't see Redbeard anymore, he vanished. Where did you go, Redbeard?
"Sixteen by six, brother and under we go"
It's black. Everything is black and confused. Where am I? where is Redbeard?
"Did you miss me?"
That voice. That's him.
I'm shaking. Fear. Funny feeling. Even if I don't want to feel it, my body betrays me.
Light. One single light. Mycroft is there, standing.
"Mycroft!"
No reply. He just looks at me. It's cold, the whole room is getting very cold.
He points a gun at me.
"Holmes killing Holmes. "
He's going to shoot me. He really is. He's pulling the trigger. Why? I just...
"Sherlock. Sherlock, wake up!"
I know that voice. It's familiar to me. It's reassuring. I begin to feel again. Everything that's around me. I can feel something warm on my back. Someone else's body?
"Sherlock, open your eyes now. "
John. He's pulled me toward him. He is trying to wake me up. I'm still shaking and sweating. I see my syringe in my tea cup, on the table. My sleeve is still rolled up. I can feel his hand caressing my arm.
"It's alright, I'm here now. "
I manage to mutter these few words :
"I just wanted to play with Redbeard..."