Title: Morphine Dreams

A/N: Response to Prompt #25. Sting.

Where was he?
"Holmes!"
Who was Holmes?
"I can't carry you by myself, and he's in worse shape than you."
Who was that speaking?
"I would take him out first, if you weren't lying on top of him, in the bloody way!"
Something bad must have happened.
"Mind his head, he's probably got a nasty concussion!"
He didn't have a concussion, he had a headache.
"Doctor? I think he's regaining consciousness."
Doctor? Was he in a hospital then?
"What's his name?"
He didn't know.
"Doctor Watson, you're trapped under a heavy beam of iron. They're going to lift it up and I am going to carefully move you out from under it."
So, not in a hospital then.
Suddenly the world exploded in brilliant bursts of pain.
He cried out, begging the pain to stop, but he couldn't be sure whether he had cried out or not, as he couldn't remember hearing his own voice. He figured that he did when his hand was grasped firmly by...Holmes!
Memory flooded his aching brain, as he gasped out a plea for Holmes to be alright.
"I'm alright, Watson."
Was Holmes crying?
"It's the dust."
Holmes was lying, he was sure of it.
"The doctor is going to give you some morphine so that you won't be in pain every time the ca makes a sharp turn."
He was afraid. He didn't want to wake up alone.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you every step of the way."
Even in surgery?
"Even in surgery."
What was taking so long with the morphine, he wanted to get to the hospital as quickly as possible so that Holmes could get his injuries taken care of.
Holmes chuckled.
"He's got to make sure he gives you the correct dose before he can administer the stuff. He's not as experienced a doctor as you, though he is nearly as good a doctor as you."
"I was at Kandahar during the second Afghan war, actually."
"The voice was too young to belong to a veteran of that war.
"I wasn't there as a doctor, obviously."
He barely felt the sting of the needle entering his arm.
"I was only a child, born in Kandahar in the relative peace that reigned between the first and second Afghan wars to missionaries."
Blessed, pain-free darkness descended, blocking out all of the world, giving him respite from the pain.