*The following is excerpted from blog drafts that never have been published by Dr John H. Watson.
I couldn't believe he'd told me to keep my eyes fixed on him, to watch him fell on the ground.
I rushed across the road, through the crowd, shouting that I am his friend, asking them to let me check his injuries.
The moment I touched his wrist, I almost fainted.
His heart is still beating.
I can still feel his pulse.
The ambulance crew arrived very quickly and sent him to the hospital.
I was weak, but I still stood up with my own will, only staring at him until he was gone.
The sky was grey and drizzling.
My Sherlock is still alive.
thank God. Although my heart followed him to fall down from the rooftop, passed several floors, still hadn't broken into pieces, still struggling to survive.
You should stick to it as well, overcome all the things then give me an explanation.
You said nonsense on the phone, I don't believe any of it.
I know it must be a trick or you just found a good solution but couldn't tell me.
You jumped in front of my eyes must be a part of the plan.
Wake up and tell me the truth.
Otherwise, I will never forgive you.
