Hi everyone! This is my take on KCS' 221b challenge. I've never posted things as I write them, I normally just wait until its finished, so I will try to post at regular intervals. I hope everyone's in character and that you enjoy it!
I have experienced many things. As a medical doctor, one sees the horrors of mortality magnified to an almost insufferable degree. The cases I assist Holmes with have their own share of miserable qualities; the violent deaths of many human lives and twisted minds of their assailants are enough to send one reeling into a dismal state of hopeless for the wellbeing of humanity.
But these things are….tolerable. Loved ones are reunited in the afterlife, justice receives her criminal and the ebbing of time slowly erases even the most dreadful of memories.
Long after leaving Afghanistan, the terrors of that dry desert still haunted me. My dreams were left to ruin. Sleep was not something I welcomed, for as soon as my breathing slowed and my eyes were shut, the piercing sight of desert sun overtook the still darkness of my bedroom and left me in its unforgiving clutches. The visions of mangled bodies that once had been friends were heart wrenching. The knowledge that, I, a medical man, was unable to save them made me doubt my abilities and ponder on why I had been the one to live.
But then things changed.
Sherlock Holmes changed things for me. I was no longer the crippled doctor with no hope and no friends. And slowly, the memories became easier to bear.