John?
"John?"
"Yes Sherlock?"
The two gentlemen were relaxing in the main room. John was writing on his laptop, while Sherlock lay on the couch nursing two nicotine patches.
"What is it like inside your mind?"
John looked up from his writing and his brain immediately flashed back to the time where his friends were casualties and he dreaded to get up in the morning. He remembered the times where Harry and he broke out into fights over her drinking or his lust for danger. His medical training floated about his brain, riding on the sound of gun shots and screams of pain. The cacophony of the street from when he stayed in his small apartment was his sign that a headache was coming on.
"Quiet." He said before continuing his work.
"Lucky man." Sherlock said before closing his eyes, and drifted into sleep.
So a very short one, like I said in the review section of my other Sherlock story I just write and these work their way out. Review please and give me an idea on what to write next.
~Cait701 aka Holmes