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The words swam around his vision, whizzing past his eyes. Contact. Reconnecting. Meeting up. Sherlock Holmes. A one Dr. John Watson ran his fingers through his close-cropped blonde hair and let out a pent-up, shaky breath. He read the message over several more times, before setting his elbows on the desk and burying his face in his hands. This wasn't happening, this couldn't possibly be happening, he couldn't believe this. He hadn't heard from Sherlock in years...ever since his deployment. Nobody knew where he was or what he was doing, but John thought about him almost every day, even after so long. Sometimes John wondered if he would ever seen him again. Would he see his dark-haired, dramatic old friend on the streets one day or in a coffee shop? Would they turn around, staring at each other in disbelief? Even worse, John had imagined Sherlock being patient in his emergency room. He was always afraid that the next ambulance would come rushing in with Sherlock in the back after some insane, reckless accident or, God forbid, an overdose or suicide attempt. He'd know how much Sherlock had struggled before they'd met, how everyone had hated him and how he had turned to drugs and self-injury to numb himself from all the pain. Their friendship had been incredible, and he'd seen Sherlock blossom and change in their years together. In the end, Sherlock had been the only reason John had reconsidered his desire to enlist, it's all he'd wanted to do in his life, even when he was young...but he had always been so worried that after he left, Sherlock would self-destruct without him...
"You know, you really should be checking your Facebook during work hours?" one of the nurses, a good friend of his named Anne, teased, smirking at John.
Her sudden appearance made John jump, and he let out another shaky breath before giving her a strained smile (ignoring her now furrowed brow) and looking back at the computer screen, still in disbelief.
"You okay John? I can tell something's bothering you...,"
Sighing, John logged out and closed the Internet window. He got up, stretching, and grabbed his clipboard.
"Anne, I'm fine...it's nothing,"
Placing her hands on both his shoulder, Anne looked up at her friend, "You know you can tell me anything right? Trouble with a girl, maybe? Or, um, a guy?"
John chuckled, shaking his head. "Something like that. It's just this old...friend...wants to meet up with me. We were really close before, but after I enlisted years ago he just...disappeared. I've been worried about him ever since...,"
"Oh, well that's nice. You should definitely meet up with him, you sound like you really care about him. I actually have some patient assignments for you,"
John accepted the assignments gratefully, hoping that the work would get his mind off Sherlock...
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