watson let out a sound much like a laugh and a scoff mixed together; it was an sound of exasperation.
“do i want to know what happened?”
he was still examining holmes’s hand for any signs of breaks when he spoke. the doctor couldn’t bring himself to look at holmes; nearly every time he came home all bloodied and bruised, it made him feel bad and somewhat responsible.
“please move your fingers.”
❝ no, it is best you do not. ❞
ridiculous ! it was hardly the first time holmes had returned in this state (and often, hi s condition was much worse) so he could not understand why the guilt that bubbled inside him had not waned at all.
holmes f ell silent & attempted to comply, but his breath catches sharply.
