My stomach lurched and the pain swept over me like a storm

Chapter Seven. Trapped.

My stomach lurched and the pain swept over me like a storm. My consciousness returned in fits and for the most part I could see Mina staring down at me, tears in her eyes, her hand holding mine in a grip I should hardly have given her credit for. I coughed, and retched constantly, whatever I was infected with it was taking hold and Holmes had not returned. Where was he? I must have said his name constantly because Mina kept stroking my hair and quieting me, almost scared to utter his name.

A crash was heard far off and Mina left my side for the first time since I had regained consciousness. I tried to hold her back but the movement caused me to vomit. I could not breathe. I heard her scream, Mina…Another scream and another crash. Holmes where are you? Thoughts ran through my head at a mile a minute, before one could complete, another started. Holmes…Strong arms took hold of me and pulled me to the floor, dragging me they flung me into a carriage, I could not see. All was darkness and the stench made me vomit again. Sleep, I needed to sleep but knew it would be denied me. The carriage began to move and I felt strangely detached, lost, unreal, as if I were reading about all this, not actually a living part of it. A strange sensation to realise one is no more than the trees and the stars…

I slipped back into unconsciousness and awoke to find myself bound to a chair. My eyes fluttered open, a fever now beginning to take hold. My delusions were making themselves known, figures hovered around two bound bodies, one was Holmes, bleeding from above his right eye; the other Mina, eyes closed, dress torn, her hand intertwined with Holmes. Delusions; please God let them be delusions. The figures that slithered – for I cannot call it walking- around them were dark and undistinguishable to my fevered mind. Terrible and evil, the stench that had made itself known in the carriage was still lingering and I once more vomited what little was left in my stomach.

Holmes glanced towards me from his bound position and attempted a smile. No, it wasn't real…A creature hit him and he slumped forward, eyes closed, blood everywhere. Holmes…Who would save me if Holmes was dead? Mina…Home, I wanted to be home, back in London and safe…safe? What was that now?

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I've taken a slightly different style with this chapter, not very canonical in style at all! Shocking I know…but I like to experiment occasionally : ) As always I would be grateful for any reviews – bad or good!