She pressures me into backing away and soon enough my head hits the wall. She grabs my shirt tightly, anger contorted on her face. I don't know how not to annoy her at this point. After what I did to john, maybe I deserve this. If this is the way of punishing me, I won't stop it. I let my hand fall to my sides.
She's not a staff member. She's a patient.
Sherlock POV
Her hands wrap around my neck while mine stay at my sides. I don't stop her. If there's one thing I've learned from this life is that if the universe decides you need to go, there's no point fighting it.
"Stop it!" She screams at me. "Shut up!"
Apart, from the squeaks of my closing windpipe, I'm not doing anything. I could scream externally if she preferred but I'd much rather do it inside my mind palace. She digs her fingers deeper around my neck and I can feel the raw intensity of the pain. My lungs try to catch up but they are full of flames dancing and prickling my abdomen. I start to feel light headed. Lack of oxygen to the brain, never a good thing. I've got a minute or so until it's over but each second is torture. My hands involuntary spasms upwards. My brain is forcing me to act. I look down at her hips where my hand lie, out stretched, ready to push her away. I hesitate. Black spots appear, majority in the left eye. I deserve this, don't I? I didn't kill myself, she will kill me. John couldn't be upset about that, could he?
The pressure around my throat drops and simultaneously I hear a piercing shriek. It takes me a while to get my sight back but when I do, I'm livid.
"You'll get hell for doing that! Do you know who that man is?" He pushes her head to the ground.
Mycroft's men are surrounding my strangler. There's three of them, they've managed to wrestle her to the ground but not before kicking her in the ribs enough times to deem it pleasurable for the torture.
"S-sherlock." She remembers quickly answering his question. It only angers him more.
He digs his heel into her wrist until she begs him to stop. She has a small frame, they didn't need to do much to keep her down. She's sobbing profusely, she doesn't understand.
"Stop it! You're hurting her!" I try to say but it comes out as crackling sound. That isn't right. I try to speak again but a wail comes out again and the black spots come back in my vision. I decide to stop before I pass out.
The man that's closest to me tries to reason with me, "DOn't try to speak. We've got this all handled. You don't need to worry."
He must see how furious i am because he blocks my path toward her. Disgusting. I hear a heavy handed slap.
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