Sherlock- Poor Watson JWW
Contains post Reichenbach spoilers and angst. Don't read if you haven't seen season 2 episode 3.
A John Watson's War fic
John had never really thought about blood, much. It pulsed through his veins. It carried oxygen through his body. It leaked out of bullet wounds to stain army camo. It flowed through black curls to run in to a puddle on pavement.
It dripped from his nose and lips and cheek.
He watched it drip almost artfully on his shirt. It was so
red. So vibrant. That was what his mind registered as most important in that moment. Not the throbbing pain from his head. Not the fact that his nose was probably broken, or that hi