Tell Them What I Hoped Would Be Impossible // Private

[Leafwing12]

John glanced him over. He frowned. It was clear he was scared as well, but he was trying to keep it together. “...Yeah. But, I’m not letting you die, Sherlock. I will find a way to help you. So let’s just get back and let me clean the wound.” He said

[dannychan]

he nodded, shaking still.
after a bit, someone from the wall ran up to daryl, seeming slightly confused. “hey uh.. there’s someone at the wall.. well, you should just come see for yourself.”

[Leafwing12]

John gently slipped an arm around Sherlock, leading him off to the room. Once there, he sat him down on the small bed. He then positioned his leg gently, rolling up his pants. He then grabbed some peroxide and a small cloth along with soem bandages they had in a small pouch with them. He then glanced at Sherlock. "This is going to sting, Sherlock." He whispered. He then poured some peroxide in the wound.

Daryl glanced over at the other. Daryl was silent for a moment before nodding. He then made his way up to the wall

[dannychan]

sherlock had to cover his mouth so he didn’t scream, shaking horribly, now mostly because of pain.
out side the gate was something.. certainly strange. a very tall man with broad shoulders stood there, looking up at daryl as he appeared over the wall. he wore a plague doctors mask and long black robes, no hair falling from the hood that was held up by a very short top hat, a crow perched on hus shoulder. he held a tall staff in one hand that had avery real looking skull on it with all sorts of beads hanging from it. the man rose a hand just in front of the bird. the bird instantly squawked a loud ‘hello!’. the man took a very long metal clawed finger and pointed to himself, in which the bird called out ‘doctor!’. he moved to point at the bird, in which is called ‘nevermore!’

[Leafwing12]

John frowned. He soon finsihed, starting to wipe away the blood with the cloth. After a bit, he wrapped up Sherlock's leg with the bandages. He then put the things away before sitting next to Sherlock. He looked him over, offering him a hug. He knew Sherlock didn't take sudden physical contact all that well, so he wouldn't force him into anything.

Daryl looked the other over. He froze a bit, seeming a bit uneasy. "Uh...Daryl." He said. He looked them over. "Do you need something?" He asked

[dannychan]

he made his hands into a fist and tilted the fist up and down. the bird started to follow the movement, raising and falling on the mans shoulder. he made two fists and made an X with them- which meant ‘shelter” in sign language. “he’s asking for shelter!” the other guard called from his post across the way. the man nodded and pointed to the man to confirm.

[Leafwing12]

Daryl blinked. "...Very well." He said. He then moved to open the gates to let him in.

John had set a hand on Sherlock's back. He sighed softly. "...Sherlock." He murmured, looking over at him.

[dannychan]

sherlock looked at john and slowly leaned into him, shaking slightly.
the man called doctor moved into the gate once it was opened and looked around. he had to be at least 6’7, and definitely was fairly muscular. he took the bird from his shoulder and it launched itself up to the guard post and simply sat, watching. doc bowed towards daryl and then moved off.

[Leafwing12]

John turned slightly, hugging Sherlock. He held him, letting his eyes close. God..He didn’t want to lose him. But was there even a cure for this? He wanted to believe there was, but people changed rather quickly once bit. If there was one, they probably wouldn’t be able to find it in time to save Sherlock. John kept Sherlock close, rubbing his back slwoly.

“...Sherlock, I...I was being selfish before. I can’t promise you I’ll find a cure for this. And..I don’t want you suffering. This is your decision. If you want I’ll...Take care of you. If not then I’ll remain by your side until you turn.” He whisoered


Daryl watched as Doc moved off. That guy was a bit off, but he didn’t seem too dangerous

[dannychan]

the bird looked at daryl and squawked. “bite!” it said and watched as doc moved straight for the imfirmary, following a slight trail of blood. sherlock put a hand over johns mouth, mot moving from where he was.