Fix him. Please gods just fix him.
Don't let him…
Doctors lie all the time…
He had been conscious when they brought him in… they just want to scare me into… into thinking he'll die again…
He can't.
No.
I won't allow it.
I am a high standing in the British Government, my name is Mycroft Holmes, I am a good man, I care for my mother even in her old age, I take care of my co-workers, I am a kind, clean, caring person and my brother cannot die today .
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But they were rushing… Sherlock had been mumbling, saying he… that he….
No.
Just… no.
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This coffee is dreadful…
Is it raining out?
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Go away Lestrade…
I don't want to talk to you!
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It's been too long.
They said the surgery was routine, take less than three hours for everything, but it's been 5.
What are they doing in there?
What if they… what if he…
No.
Mycroft, stop it.
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Should I go and see what's keeping them?
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No…
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NO!
No!
Please god…
Fix him for me…
…
They are lying.
They said they could fix it.
There has to be something I can do.
It… I…
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No.
…
No…
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Don't leave me behind, brother.
A/N Oh dear… a complication in surgery perhaps? A death? And what of dear Mr. Watson? I know, I take forevvvvaaa to update, but hey! I have a life. Sort of. But! The next chapter… Ooooohhhhh… People gonna pray and crawl…