Literature
Sherlock Holmes: I'll Admit It
He'd say that it was worth the wounds.
I was rudely woken by someone slapping me, shaking me, calling my name. I'd figured it all out. I knew Blackwood's plans and I knew how to stop him. I knew the reasons why everything had happened. I'd finally managed to drift off into a somewhat uneasy sleep, but at least I was sleeping. So who was this person and why wouldn't they leave me alone?
I opened my eyes. I blinked. My mouth dropped open. It couldn't be.
"John?"
He smiled at me, looking no worse than he had days before. His arm was in a sling, yes. He had burns on him, abrasions, bruises, but he was here, and he was smiling at me. In those