A/N: this is a response to a Lets Write Sherlock Bingo Challenge! I chose Bingo Card 4. It's one story with each of the prompts as Chapters. It's in 221B format, please ignore the word count due to authors note lol and title. Thanks! And i promise i haven't forgotten the other stories just yet! Hope this helps with the writer's block!
He's looking at me again with those cool gray eyes. He knows me?
I want to tell him something. Maybe I'm relieved to see him?
Anything to help clear out the hurt he carries.
Part of me wants to yell something. I try to grasp onto the vague memories, but they are like wisps of smoke. Nothing tangible, If only I could form words and clear thoughts. Who is he?
My mouth is dry, he presses a straw there and on reflex I can drink. I think of the desert when the lights shine too brightly in my eyes. He turns them down and growls at the nurse.
This man with the sharp cheekbones, and unruly curls, all so familiar to me. Whoever said men aren't beautiful obviously never met this man.
He's in pain, I know it's my fault. How did I get here?
He reassures me when I become distressed, the monitors betray me.
"John. Sssh."
My name is John. Why do I keep forgetting that? Who is he?
This hospital room starts to spin once more and I know the darkness will close in to swallow me up like a sandstorm. A nurse with a syringe enters.
I want to speak up and tell her no but I've forgotten how, if only I could remember. Come on brain.