So I had an interesting review...and I rather liked it. In answer, I'll say this: how do I get a Beta? Is my grammar really bad? Yes I realize I need to go more in depth with John's past, that will be next chapter because I have the ASVAB tomorrow and so actually need sleep. However, if I'm up for it, I'll update this again Saturday. I make no promises on that.
John walked out the door and down the steps before coming to a stop just outside Mrs. Hudson's doorway. He could already feel it coming. The nasty little side-effect that came from using his 'gift' without prepping first. The first tremors went down his spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He leaned his head against The door leading to outside and focused on regulating his breathing. "Everything all right, dear?"
John jumped and whirled around. Had he not lost his balance, he would have said he was fine. Had he not hit his spine against the edge of the door frame, he would have just walked outside. But he did, and he couldn't stop his back from arching or his throat from making a squeaking hiss. He couldn't stop the pain from triggering his reflexes and he most definitely could not help the flight reaction that came from memories triggered by the night's events.
John didn't think, he didn't even pause to open the door like a normal person. No, instead he ended up going through it. Ignoring the splinters in his hands and shoulders, he ran. He left Mrs. Hudson startled in the doorway, he left Lestrade and Mycroft's tense silence in the living area, and he left Lake watching over Sherlock as her mother had watched over John himself.