*** Author's Note***

Towel Day Prompt: "He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left." ― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt

This story is a bit of an experiment for me. It's disjointed and formatted oddly on purpose. I hope the reason soon becomes clear, but if you have any questions, please ask (and don't mind the random periods throughout... they're intended solely as space holders for the format to work).


Pressure.

pressurepressurepressure.

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"Keep... Sher-"

"Pressure. Yes, I know. Lay still John. Please."

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Please. Please John.

Pressure.

Pressure.

Please.

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"Sher..."

"Eyes open, John. C'mon. C'mon, John."

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Pressure.

No. Breathe.

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"No. No, John. Breathe. Breathe. Don't... John. Breathe."

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Breathe.

John breathe.

Pressure.

Breathe. breathebreathebreathebreathe.

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"Sherlock... Oh, christ. Sherlock, up. Let them..."

"No don't... Don't. I - I have to... Pressure, I've got to..."

"Let them. They're here to help. They've got him."

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Stop. Greg. no. stop.

"Greg, please. I need-"

"Car. My car. Just there. There! We'll follow, Sherlock. C'mon. Go! We'll be right behind."

"John. Oh, John. No, John, please."

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Please. pleasepleasebreatheplease.

Please.

Breathe, John.

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please.