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John H. Watson's blog.
John Watson is an Afghanistan war-veteran, doctor, devoted friend, starting writer and self-confessed jam-lover. Meeting Sherlock cardinally changed his unremarkable life, made him merge into the epicenter or the criminal life, but he has never regretted and he would never be. Sherlock – this volatile, inexplicable and genius man, became his best friend, or even a little more. Being so devoted to him, Watson accompanies him in every investigation, making his eternal notes purposely to pass even if a little piece of Sherlock’s genius to the following generation.
I WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS POST THAT I KEYBOARD FLAILED AND FUCKING PRESSED A BUTTON THAT MADE MY DISPLAY ALL FUCKED UP AND NOW I CAN’T GET OUT OF IT. WIIIIIIIIIIIIN.
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Thank you for the most wonderful generation of all the times.
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sherlock-consulting-detective:
John tried to move his leg, but it was only shooting pain instead.
“Agrh! Fuck!” He screamed and lean his head towards the sofa’s back.
“Sherlock! My leg, it’s happen again!”“John..” Sherlock sighs and helps him put his leg up. Truthfully he hated to see his friend in so much pain he places an arm around John’s shoulders to try and comfort him. “How can I help?”
“Will you bring me my pills… They are in the drawer of my desk. But…’ John looked at him imploringly. “Please, try not to look into it, just find… Oh, it’s all so complicated!” He digged in his pocket for a second and gave Sherlock a small key.
sherlock-consulting-detective:
6:00.John opened his eyes and stretched. He forgot to draw the curtains tomorrow, and now the sun was shining brightly straight to his face. He yawned and squinted.
“Sherlock?”
He rubs his eyes “Yes John?” trying to hide his face in a pillow.
John tried to move his leg, but it was only shooting pain instead.
“Agrh! Fuck!” He screamed and lean his head towards the sofa’s back.
“Sherlock! My leg, it’s happen again!”
sherlock-consulting-detective:
John smiled and easily passed his hand trough the Sherlock’s hair. “You are welcome…” He whispered and close his eyes too.
Yawns and begins to drift to sleep “John…? Don’t move I’m comfortable.”
6:00.
John opened his eyes and stretched. He forgot to draw the curtains tomorrow, and now the sun was shining brightly straight to his face. He yawned and squinted.
“Sherlock?”
sherlock-consulting-detective:
“Embarassing?!” John look dearly at the man. “Sherlock, look at me. It’s NOT. You are fucking Sherlock Holmes! You are genius! And this gossips just shouldn’t bothering you! If you dont want to… to have a sex, you just dont do this. There’s absolutely nothing than you can be ashamed of!”
Sherlock wraps an arm around John and holds him closely “Thank you…” he shuts his eyes and curls up on the couch still holding him.
John smiled and esily passed his hand trough the Sherlock’s hair. “You are welcome…” He wispered and close his eyes too.
