John was out of it, not realizing Sherlock was here. Painkillers had knocked him right out. He was breathing evenly though.
After probably an hour, he started to come around, making a noise. Much sooner than most people would wake due to painkillers. But his magic didn't trust most people. He gave a weak cough as he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head.
Sherlock...
He smiled softly.
He cared about the man. It was odd. He hadn't cared about anyone in so long. But here he was, caring about a mortal.
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Date: 2019-01-08 09:22 pm (UTC)After probably an hour, he started to come around, making a noise. Much sooner than most people would wake due to painkillers. But his magic didn't trust most people. He gave a weak cough as he opened his eyes and slowly turned his head.
Sherlock...
He smiled softly.
He cared about the man. It was odd. He hadn't cared about anyone in so long. But here he was, caring about a mortal.