#brokendeductions

[brokendeductions-deactivated201]

  "John’s not around to take care of you, so I guess that leaves me and my poor human skills." he sighed softly, fixing his hair a bit before leaving the room. He came back with some crackers, cheese, and a glass of alka seltzer. "Come on," he mumbled, his mouth full. 

[thegirlwhowritesamongthestars]

Katherine moaned softly as she heard Sherlock's words and tried to move. But her body felt so heavy and she was so tired, "Sherlock..." she said softly as her arm reached up blindly searching for the detective. She just wanted someone to cuddle with, she didn't care who at this point.

[thegirlwhowritesamongthestars]

“You’re spacing out on me again. Disoriented.”

"Sherlock, I told you I'm fine. It's just a little cold!"

[forgettxblex-archive]

+brokendeductions

"What are you staring at?"

[reine-du-bal-roleplay-blog]

Sabrina sighed, laying her head on Sherlock's shoulder, looking out the window at the city below.

[musefferati-blog]

"Shut up."

Molly tensed as her back hit the wall. She watched as Sherlock brought his lips down to hers, yet it took her a few moments to recognize that he was kissing her. But the realization hit her soon enough. Sherlock was kissing her! Her hand slowly slid up his arms, one resting on his shoulder and the other on his cheek. Molly kissed him back, slowly and uncertain at first but as the moment went on she found passion wash over her.

[jamieacquaatyourservice]

[[I'm exhausted and I just answered that meme on private...]]

[musefferati-blog]

"Please don't say that."

"Nobody needs me, Sherlock." It was another level of pain to mutter the words that she had often said to herself. They burned her throat and trusted another knife into her chest. "Not you, not Greg, not really, not truly."

[brokendeductions-deactivated201]

Sherlock’s jaw clenched tightly, his eyelids falling. He bit his lip ‘til blood before attempting to speak again. “S—said-hurts.” The pain was spreading down the back of his neck now, most of it still focused in his head. “Head.” he managed. 

The man felt his head hit the pillow again and another short sob escaped from the back of his throat. This wasn’t like him.

[diglestrade]

Head? What was that supposed to mean? Whatever it was, it concerned Greg a lot, and he was out of bed at once, phone clenched between the side of his head and his shoulder as he put on his trousers.

'Head?' he repeated as he clumsily swayed on one foot as his other got stuck in his trousers. 'Headache?'

He finally managed to get his leg through and the rest of his trousers on, pulling a shirt from his wardrobe and pulling it over his head. 'What do you need me to do?' he asked as he quickly put on his socks and trainers.