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Long weekend
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leoneRating: G
Character(s): Holmes, Watson
Summary: Watson suffers from fire.
Warnings: guns
Author's Notes: BBC Sherlock-verse. Fill for July 18 picture prompt:
Word Count: 150
Flame covered John’s back. His skin burned. His breath came in short gasps. He knew he couldn’t stay on the floor—he had to get away from here. His lungs ached from inhaling the particles in the woodwork; he longed to cough, but his tortured skin had protested so much the last time that he swallowed back the rising convulsion now and concentrated on waiting. Help would come. This could not last forever, he told himself, although somewhere deep down he feared that this would be the end of him. He moaned weakly, and from far away a voice came through, calling his name.
“Sherlock!” he gasped weakly. Sherlock’s voice, cool, collected as always, responded.
“There you are. I brought back the aloe gel. I hope you won’t expect me to do this every time you take a weekend in Brighton. You’re a doctor—shouldn’t you know to use sunblock?”