The Forgetful Banker
that’s actually terrifying
John saw the glow radiating in the distance and Sherlock’s body lying slightly limp behind the truck. His mind was shaken, and air escaped his body in a panic.
Suddenly the light became a blast, flickering and moving across Sherlock’s body. People rushed towards him, seemingly bewildered by what they were witnessing. He clenched the vomit in his throat that threatened to escapee; dreading the scene that he imagined to see. He saw Sherlock’s hand rise upward; reaching towards him like a blinding force.
“John, I’m regenerating… it’s this thing I do… like cheating death.”
I DON’T KNOW WHAT FEELS TO FEEL ABOUT THIS
I honestly don’t know what my feelings are doing.
Who put these damn DOORS in my way? I’m a bamf, didn’t you know, I have no time for doors.