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Sherlock: Sick and tired. 5 Of 6
Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looke
