Tell Them What I Hoped Would Be Impossible // Private

[Leafwing12]

John blinked, looking at Sherlock. He blinked, falling silent and just holding Sherlock gently.

[dannychan]

doc moved into the building, looking at john and sherlock. he moved over and tapped johns shoulder. once john was looking at him, he signed out ‘amputate leg’ in asl.

[Leafwing12]

John blinked, looking over when someone tapped his shoulder. He was about to say something, but stayed silent when he watched as the other signed. He glanced at Sherlock. “...We can try to amputate your leg.” John whispered

[dannychan]

sherlock’s eyes widened. “what?! how the hell do we know that will work?!” he asked and scooted away. doc slowly lifted up his robe to reveal a wooden leg strapped to his actual leg. his skin was as pale as snow. sherlock stared at the man, then down at his wooden, combat boot clad foot. he looked at john, eyes wide.

[Leafwing12]

John glanced at Sherlock. “...Sherlock this is your decision. I will not force you into doing anything.” He said

[dannychan]

the odd man held up a small bottle that read ‘morphine’, handing it to sherlock. he moved to sherlock’s leg, which sherlock jerked away. doc held his hand in front of him and gestured for him to calm down. he pulled out a notepad and scribbled something on it to show john. ‘either he turns, or we cut off the leg.’

[Leafwing12]

John glanced at the paper and sighed. He looked over at Sherlock. “Sherlock?” He asked, looking him over. He gently set a hand on his shoulder.

[dannychan]

sherlock started at john, eyes wide and absolutely horrified. he was shaking, looking between the two. he whimpered softly and covered his face. “to it.” he whispered.

[Leafwing12]

John looked Sherlock over. He squeezed his shoulder gently. “...Okay.” He whispered

[dannychan]

doc nodded. ‘morphine. inject it.’ he wrote on the not pad.