There's a First Time for Everything
Characters: Watson
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Anniversaries, pt. II: Holmes 7/10, Watson's POV
Even though I had promised myself never to write of this day again, it has forced itself upon me as I sit beside the sickbed of my beloved Mary. I cannot help but remember it. Of this day, exactly one year ago, my dearest friend plunged to his death, while locked in mortal combat with his fiercest enemy in his singular career. The image that sticks foremost in my mind is that of Holmes, leaning against a sheer rock face, with his alpenstock in the crook of his folded arms. It was the last time I saw him.
Now I know clearly that the letter that been delivered to me had been a hoax. A mere ruse to draw me away from Holmes. Thinking back, I remember that Holmes did not try to stop me; clearly, he must have known about the letter, probably even before I did. Though I respect his concerns about my safety, I wished he would've let me stay. Now, I believe, he did not want me to watch him fight, I'll never truly understand I suppose.
A slight moan draws my attention back to the present. My dearest wife lies ill with fever, I pray that she'll pull, but I know deep in my heart, that it is too late. The fever attacked quite suddenly, leaving Mary bedridden for days. It took its toll on her body; she grew worse each day, until her body gave its fight.
Tears spring unbidden in my eyes and I wipe them away furiously. Fate has indeed a cruel sense of humor. One year ago, my dearest and best friend was taken away from me on this very night and now, swiftly approaching Death's Door, was my beloved wife. I do not know how I will be able to cope with another loss. I am truly alone.
Continued in chapter eight…
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