John Watson

This scar on my shoulder. I... Hate it.

@EsotericSH *Although she's perfectly aware that he /can't/ see her, she rolls her eyes.* /Who, then/?

Laptop's frozen. Bugger.

Good morning, everyone. I hope you all slept well.

There's a finger on the counter.

@EsotericSH *Answering, she holds the phone to her ear.* Right, yeah. Hello, Sherlock.

@EsotericSH *text;* Go right ahead. -JW

@EsotericSH *text;* I've got time. You might as well let me in on it. -JW

... I can still here gunfire. #Offline

@EsotericSH *John sits in the dark, the only light coming from her phone screen.* text;* Who? -JW

*Mumbles something about ‘being sorry’, tossing and turning before opening her eyes quickly, her forehead covered in sweat.*

"Kane. You need to listen to me. Stay still. Robson, keep applying pressure, don't let go." Robson nodded, (cont) tl.gd/n_1s1764t

I can't sleep. I keep hearing gunfire.

@EsotericSH *text;* Will do. -JW

@EsotericSH *text;* No. Paramedics are working on it. The Duke's dead, too. I was too late. -JW

@EsotericSH *She looks around, wrinkling her nose at the dust.* *text;* Ceiling collapsed. Not hurt. -W

@EsotericSH Are you? How'd /you/ find out?

I'm not.. Stuck. I'll find my way out.