Lilzorra

"John, it's okay, it's alright now." "NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!" I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real. "Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed. "NO! I just…ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become eve

Sherlock scrabbled at the rocks above him, trying to unbury himself from underneath the building that had collapsed around him. He coughed violently at the dust in the air, desperate to reach the surface. He pushed more and more rocks out of the way until one landed on his arm, pinning it. John, too, would have been clambering out of the rubble, trying to escape from the debris- but he was too far under, unconscious from a rock managing to whack his head hard enough to make him see stars. His vision was blurry at best, impossible at worst, and he was seriously fighting keeping everything in his stomach from coming out. "John!" Sherlock mana