"Perhaps it would be best for you to wait outside, Dr Watson," the words of a nurse echoed through the door.
Sherlock nodded, and looked for John.
His shadow inched under the door, fuzzy against the bleached tiles.
"Please," mumbled Sherlock.
The words did not want to be heard, but needed to be expressed beyond thought.
Take My Soul and Sew it Shut
a tragic parentlock fic by sallysorrell