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."