Title: Hold Your Hand
Pov: Sherlock Holmes
Genre:. Drama / One-Shot
Music: Only the ticking of the clock ...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and nobody, except the idea! (But I've written on my wishlist to Santa...)
Authors Note: I had "end game" not seen before I wrote this one, so I thought the bomb had detonated. And yes, it´s OOC and only fiction. :)
Alone I'll walk through the streets, through the rain, through the night.
Why did you leave me, why did you do that ...
As I could only believe it to ever be loved? On what absurd delusion because I just clipped? No one has ever loved me, except maybe the pets of my youth. But the unconditional love of an animal is to be compared with the meager anyway, hypocritical, human subjects. An animal is always true to you, a person maybe a long winter period. And then only because he is just lonely.
Some days I hated these miserable characters who come crawling to my door, almost panicked and begging, to solve their -oh so vital- little problems. At such moments I longed to have someone of the caliber of Moriarty-god rest his soul- back and I deeply regret that he´s no longer among us.
And yet here I sit, and hold your hand ... breathe the absolute, overwhelming silence of the room. Only interrupted by the occasional vocalizations of the devices, which depends on your life. With all these tubes you could open a shop, and the penetrating odor of disinfectant robs the mind. For a brief, hopeless moment, I think about to turn off the machine with a simple push of a button, to stop everything and to redeem your soul free. But that thought is gone as soon as he has come. And so I sit next to your bed and wait ... wait, that you open your eyes.
Hour after hour after hour ...