A/N: k guys heres more of what I have so far!
I ate the steaming eggs and bacon, while looking after Holmes. Hist tall figure in bed pale, for the purple had gone away. He startled me for a moment when he had coughed. he sat up a few moments later.
"Holmes, does anything hurt?" I asked looking worried at him.
"N-o no Nothing hurts." he said in a raspy voice. I rang for Mrs Hudson to bring up some tea to sooth his throat. I was really wondering what he had dreamed about for him to choke himself nearly to death.
"Holmes if you don't mind me asking what wwere you dreaming about?" I looked at him with the utmost of curiosity.
He looked at me for a moment and opened his mouth but nothing came out. Finally he gathered his thoughts to talk to me.
"I saw his- his face, Mycroft he looked at me as he got shot right in the head the killer came over as I screamed and choked me so I wouldn't wake anybody up. Watson I think he got killed because of me . Watson whats happening to me?"
I looked at him and said nothing his eyes for the first tim in history showing emotions. I knew right there, I could do nothing for him.
A/n ok sorry for shortness need ideas! please help thanks hope you liked the story!