Prologue: John Watson leaned back in the cab, his mind drifting off as it did often these days. His body breaking on the pavement. The ringing in his ears. The silence in the flat. Blood. Oh god, so much blood. He had seen it all, felt it all, heard it all in Afghanistan, but none of it could have prepared him for that very moment. The moment he watched his best friend die.
Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,312 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 3/7/2013 - Published: 3/6/2013 - Sherlock H., John W. - Complete