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Hearing a clang,I looked up and spotted that Sherlock Had placed a marvellous plate
of strawberry infused pancakes In front of me and had went to the other side of the
table with his.
“Where’d you get the bruise from?” Sherlock suddenly burst out.
“Sorry,I don't know” I responded.
“Where'd you get it?”
“I don’t know” I snapped back.
“You can’t hide anything from me John,I’m too smart for you”
“I don’t know!” I yelled back at him.
Standing up,I knocked over my chair and flipped the plate of pancakes over onto the
floor.
That’s when it happened.A sharp flicker of scarlet liquid splattered across my vision
and,for a few seconds it felt as if I was in a different place.The colour gold was highly
visible behind the red substance and i could just make out some pillars.The red
paint-like substance was dripping down the pillars and was creating small puddles on
the floor.What was happening to me?What was happening to my mind?Darkness
struck me.
“John,can you hear me?John?John?”
It was all blurred.My vision could be damaged.I had no idea what happened while I
was having that...that...whatever that was.
“Wake up!”
A man was kneeling over me,holding me tight.Coldness surrounded me and it felt as
if I was frozen in ice.Warmness started to fill me as his hands dug into my back and
my chest.
“If you don’t wake up...I will kill you”
It was Sherlock.Beckoning me to the real world with his usual threats of death and
mystery.He was always like this.It would probably break his heart if I didn’t come
back.
“Hello Sherlock” I smiled weakly as all senses seemed to come back to my body.
At a leisurely pace,he got off me and gazed out of the window;he looked slightly
frustrated.
“You nearly worried me John” he whispered as he turned to face me.