Sherlock had no idea how long he was out. By the time the room started to come into focus and stopped spinning, he was looking up at the ceiling. It took him a second to realize that he was on the couch.
How had he got to the couch?
John was a former solider, but there was no way he could have carried him from the kitchen.
John..
Merlin?
"J-john?" His voice was low and a bit harsh.
What had he seen while he was out? Quick flashed of knights and swords, a wizard and a giant battle, like the dream he'd had, but so much more real. He'd been there. He rubbed at his shoulder. Why did his shoulder hurt? It felt like he'd been pierced by an arrow...
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Date: 2019-01-09 09:31 pm (UTC)How had he got to the couch?
John was a former solider, but there was no way he could have carried him from the kitchen.
John..
Merlin?
"J-john?" His voice was low and a bit harsh.
What had he seen while he was out? Quick flashed of knights and swords, a wizard and a giant battle, like the dream he'd had, but so much more real. He'd been there. He rubbed at his shoulder. Why did his shoulder hurt? It felt like he'd been pierced by an arrow...
What was going on?