Five Days, Three Hours and Six Minutes

by hygge

Set right after The Reichenbach Fall. Small snippets of what John goes through in the following five days, three hours and six minutes.

1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except for the holes in my sneakers. Oh wait, I probably don't own those either.

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1

It had been five days, three hours and six minutes since Sherlock Holmes had died. During those five days, three hours and six minutes, Doctor John Watson had gone through four boxes of tissues, eaten three proper meals and had slept a whopping four hours. He had not been back to 221B Baker Street. He had not called Mrs. Hudson. He had received a couple messages on his mobile from Lestrade, one from Mycroft, and several from a very concerned Molly. When he read them, they all sounded the same: John, I hope you're all right. Call me if you need anything. John please call me. John I know you must feel as though things wont get better but they will. Please call me. John, I need to speak to you about some things. Do call me when you get a moment.