Drabble: A work of 100 words, no more, no less. In this case, written from the perspective of John Watson, M.D. , Late of the Army Medical Department. A debt of gratitude is owed to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle for gifting us all with such sublime characters and tales. I borrow them respectfully.
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"Beginnings"
Hell is being useless.
What does whole feel like? I am in pieces here, held together only by a thin cotton sheet. Someone stands over me, speaking of my condition, but I am not addressed. In the middle of fevered dreams, I believed that I was back on the sand, under fire, unable to help those falling so fast at my feet.
How many wounded lay before me as I joined them?
Nothing more for me here: I am of no use in this state, all angles of bone and sweat-soaked skin.
Thus, my career ends; wherever shall I go?