Inspired by Arisprite's sentence 24: Bitter.
Watson lay on the floor, barely conscious. His injuries were horrific, and I feared if his wounds did not receive attention soon, his life may be forfeit. I had suffered nothing but bruises and cuts, which made my self disgust all the worse. If I had not made such an amateur's mistake, in theorizing before all the data had been accumulated, this would not have happened.
I had, fortunately, alerted the Yard to our destination, but they may not arrive in time to save Watson's life.
I kneel by Watson's unconscious form, knowing I must admit this."I was wrong."
