Hello, this is a ficlet, just a little baby fic. I may use the title some other time, I really like it. I don't own Sherlock.
Make it stop. Doctor? Make it stop.
My shoulder, doctor, I've been shot. I recommend you remove the bullet. I'm a doctor too, you see. Just stitch me up. Just fix me, doctor.
My whole body hurts, doctor. Everything hurts. But my shoulder, you need to fix it, I've been shot. Remember, doctor?
Doctor? It's getting dark. Is it nightfall? It was noon when I was shot. That friendly fire, do you remember, doctor? Just some kid, he shot me, he shot my shoulder. Fix my shoulder. Please.
My feet are numb now, doctor. You know that's not good. You know that's blood loss. I was shot, doctor. My shoulder.
There's sand in my eyes. I can't see you, doctor. Can I see you? Please? Can you help me?
I don't think it's time for me. Not just yet. I want the adventure. I want the war. Don't tell them I said, doctor. You're not supposed to like it. Danger. But I guess I do. It's better than home. But if you make me better, if you send me home, I'll find danger there. But fixing me, that's the start, that's the important part.
My legs, doctor, I can't feel my legs. So little blood, doctor, I need it. We know that.
Do I know you, doctor? Are you just another one of these men? Sometimes, I wish I was closer. Not to all of you, but just one of you. One ally. One partner, one friend just to lean on. I'd prefer that to all of these men. I'd prefer to be fixed. That's a start, you know, fixing my shoulder.
I can't move my hands, doctor, I need my hands. To mend. When these men need me, I mend. I mend awful things. I need these awful things, doctor, I need my hands. For guns, for bad people, not just anyone. If you fix me up, doctor, if you send me back, I'll use guns for bad people, not just soldiers. Just fix my shoulder. My shoulder, remember, doctor? I've been shot.
It's all I can feel now, doctor, just my shoulder. I've been shot. By some poor soldier boy. Can you feel it? Like I feel it? I love the danger. I hate the punishment. Their punishment. Why do they think these things? Why do we? I feel as though sometimes I only care about killing, not about saving. When I go back, when I adventure, I'll care about saving. But you need to fix me. Remember doctor? Remember my shoulder? I've been shot.
Please doctor, fix my shoulder. I've been shot. Are you listening, doctor? I've been shot. Are you there? Is anyone there? Have I been alone this whole time?
Am I alone?
Please, doctor, I wont be alone when I go back and adventure. Just fix my shoulder. Please? I've been shot.