Prompt Word: Nothing
Mycroft sat up painfully, leaning heavily on his brother for support. He looked deep into Sherlock's earnest gaze, reading all his brother's emotions in those tumultuous eyes. Portals to the soul indeed. Sherlock took a steadying breath, letting it out in a rush of words desperate to be spoken. "When I saw you collapse, and then you weren't breathing, and I thought you were dead… It was my fault, I thought I had killed you. I wanted to save you, but I ended up hurting you far worse than Moriarty would have and I'm sorry, so, so sorry for that."