With special dedication to all of my followers, you have all been so patient with me. I do encourage everyone to check out my other account at the sister site if you enjoy my work. Here we have a short prologue of a new story of mine set after Game of Shadows.
D.R.
200 words~ A Prologue
John Hamish Watson had turned a rather unflattering shade of gray and slid down against the wall. Holmes thought the man might be having some sort of a fit with how quickly his demeanor had changed, how quickly the color had drained from his face. Next to his Boswell Mrs. Hudson had her palm pressed to her lips in an expression of horror, and Sherlock found his ears ringing in an overtly loud silence that invariably occurs when a moment is stretched across time. Sherlock could see a blood stained handkerchief beneath white limp fingers hanging over the edge of the bed in the room. A nurse gently closed the door as Sherlock briefly shut his eyes. He stayed out of sight though he was sure that in his condition, even if he lacked the white coat and glasses, John would not recognize him if he was less than a mere meter afore him. The detective wasn't sure how long they all remained trapped in that odd and horrible purgatory, before a piercing scream filled the hall. Mrs. Hudson's hand fluttered from her mouth to the brooch at her collar, "Dear lord," He heard her soft cry, "The childs survived."