John
The shaking got stronger and more uncontrollable. Again, men were pressed onto me, trying to keep me still. I could still just about make out their words.
"Stay still! Stay still! Hold him down! It won't work if he whacks his head and knocks himself out properly!" A man bellowed.
More weight, making it harder then ever to breathe.
Suddenly, the shaking stopped, I was lying on the ground again in Afghanistan. Men with covered faces were standing over me, deciding my fate. A shot, and a huge pain in my shoulder. "No!" I cried, but it was no use. This time, nobody came to my aid, and I stayed where I was until I bled to death. It felt lkke hours, but must only have been seconds.
Then, I was in a hospital room. Mrs Hudson was next to me, crying. A doctor looked me in the eyes and said "I'm afraid Sherlock is dead." I screamed and scrabbled around, coming back into the real world for a moment, just awake enough to hear talking again.
"This is interesting, get Verdi!" Someone said.
Before I could hear the reply, I was swallowed under again. Literally. I was slowly sinking, whatever I did, I kept sinking. I thrashed and screamed but it was no use. Eventually, I ran out of air and drowned.
That was it, the shaking began again. Like last time, I couldn't control it, but at least I could hear what was being said again.
"Sir, we've got the data. It took 6 men to hold him still at one point. He's still shaking now."
"Good. It'll be very useful. Leave some food in here for when he wakes up, but make sure you prepare it as I told you before."
"Yes sir."