[ It's difficult not to pay attention to the shifting of the wings when they're doing so under his hands. John lets the wing go when it tries to pull back, having seen it well enough to gauge the condition. At first, his instinct had told him to pull instead, because now John was almost certain Sherlock was avoiding the question, and John was sick of lies. He wanted to pull and twist, just enough to make the other man know he meant business, but he didn't. He couldn't. Not yet. ]
No one knows how they got here.
Take the pills. They're to help with the blood you've lost.
[ Or he's got an injection he can prepare if you're going to be stubborn. ]
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No one knows how they got here.
Take the pills. They're to help with the blood you've lost.
[ Or he's got an injection he can prepare if you're going to be stubborn. ]