TW: blood🩸
A little spoiler, but I hope you don't mind :innocent: Please, let me know what you think, I'd love to know your thoughts 🤍
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“J-John…” he let out a faint whine through his chattering teeth.
The calloused fingers caught the lonely curl that found its way into Sherlock’s forehead and tucked it behind the shell of Sherlock’s ear, then ran down his neck. His palms becoming a small bowl, they ed the back of his skull, and before Sherlock could even think of asking about John’s intentions, his head ended up in John’s lap.
“Just hold on a little longer, Lock...” John pleaded and stroked Sherlock’s wet, sweaty hair.
Sherlock did his best, really. He was fighting tooth and nail to concentrate on John’s voice and touch instead of his dwindling energy.
And maybe he would have succeeded, hadn’t it been for his eyes that were closing spontaneously, as if each eyelid weighed at least two pounds.
He was hanging on the edge of an imaginary cliff of consciousness, holding to it with all his might, but it was no use. He was slipping. His hands were sliding, tiny stones of hope remaining between his fingers.
Sherlock suspected he wouldn’t last long.
~Haunted by the Past, Chapter 16~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40188096/chapters/107116875
Comments (1)
You can consider me crazy but I loved the drawing,so cute,I wanted to be in John's place