Sherlock bit his lip hard enough to taste blood. Pain shot throughout his body, making his vision blurry. It felt like someone had tried to rip his foot off at the ankle.
"Night..." he moaned through gritted teeth, but a simple paracetamol was not going to stop this pain.
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Date: 2018-03-27 10:53 pm (UTC)"Night..." he moaned through gritted teeth, but a simple paracetamol was not going to stop this pain.