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A/N: Sorry if there are any grammatical errors. I hate re-reading things I write. Feedback would be lovely, and highly appreciated. If anyone has a better idea for the summary I would love to hear it.
He had never been this close to a human before.
He could smell its fear, read how injured it was by its gasping breaths and muscles tense with shock.
It was a man.
A bleeding, broken man.
And his heart ached in a way that was so unfamiliar it hurt.
His eyes surveyed the land, the utter resolute destruction of grey and red.
The man gave a convulsing shout and fell limp, blood sloshing sweetly out of a hole in his left shoulder.
He stepped closer, the man's eyes had fallen closed but judging from the man's still ragged breaths he had not yet lost consciousness.
"You're hurt." He stated and knelt down by the man's side. He thought he saw the man give a sardonic smile.
"Yeah." The man groaned eyes squinting open.
"You've been hit by an arrow in the shoulder. Judging by the direction of your skin and the profound bleeding I would say that you pulled it out yourself, and in a fit of hysterics. It's becoming harder to breathe and your growing dizzy, lost a lot of blood. Your clothes say you're a doctor, not a frontline warrior, although you did get missed up in the middle of everything about, oh, fifteen minutes ago. You fled after getting shot. Your scared."
The man didn't respond just sighed and then his lips quirked up in a laid back kind of smile.
"You're bloody right. You're good…" His voice trailed off to a groaning halt, and he watched as the man's breathing evened out.
"What's your name?" He asked his voice taking on a slightly urgent edge and he leaned forward in his haste.
"John…John Watson." And then the man slipped out of the realm of consciousness.
He regarded the human a while longer before dipping down and wrapping his arm's gingerly beneath him.
With a strength that didn't quite fit his lithe body he had picked up the man and had begun to carry him away from the warfare, off soundlessly into the forest.
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