Pain is Overwhelming

-Holmes' POV-

I could hear him, but I didn't know how to respond. I was disoriented, and my shoulder and hip burned. My only comfort was his voice, though it was filled with pain. I kept trying to find him. But every time I felt close, I was filled with pain. He was there though, soothing me whenever I was in pain.

I wondered where I was, and couldn't remember much. The last thing that was clear was the day I'd spent in my room after Watson had yelled at me.

How I wanted to tell him I did not blame him! I had been so wrong! I had not defended Watson when he was there to see it; instead letting him believe I was indifferent to the insults he'd taken from Mr. Brown. I had been so jealous of Sam that I'd caused Watson to choose between us. I had been so afraid of my own emotions that I hadn't mended things when I should.

Pain engulfed me and I groaned, clenching my teeth. Despite it all, Watson was there to comfort and care for me. I was loosing the struggle to focus on him, and I tensed as a sharp pain shot through my hip.

Then I felt a needle, and knew no more as I tumbled into blackness.