Dad stay with me, I've called the abmulances head in my arms.
I screamed to the empty alley, I watched the lights slowly die in the eyes of my father John Watson.
He managed to choke out and I choked with him, a loud sob.
The ambulance siren ricochet on the bare walls but it was too late, my father was dead with a bullet in his head.
Sherlock came running from what seemed like nowhere, I barely see my other father. So this is indeed a new spectacle but as much as I wanted to be able to metaphorically explain this moment. I couldns cold chest, no more shall his brave heart beat. As the ambulance men lifted my father into the stretcher and put him in the back of the van. Soon we were both filling in forms and accounts when the police arrived.
Sherlock spoke quietly after they all left.
I screamed, it was racing in my head one thousand times more and more and it wouldnDont safe!We were going to get a birthday present for me! It was a surprise!big surpriseI didn He said, my eyes shot to his and suddenly hate pulsed through me, utter hate for the man who helped create me.
I whispered He flinched and I stared at his deadly blue eyes.
I said
he growled but I only smiled
I whispered
he said, nervously looking at the blood which stained the ground
he replied.