Sherlock went still and shut his eyes. He tried to let himself drift away into his Mind Palace, the place where he could, for a short time at least, leave his body and fall into his own mind.

But the pain was too great, he just couldn't do it, so he lay there, sweating and grunting in pain wishing like hell someone would just cut his right leg off at the ankle and be done with it. He had no idea how long he was going to have to suffer, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it.