Come to My Senses

For two hours I waited, trying to reconcile my medical instincts with my hesitation. It was not until I returned from my errand to Culverton Smith that I realized what had been bothering me. For all that Holmes looked terribly ill, the room did not smell like a sickroom. It was a sham. And I was not the intended target.





(60 words, for sherlock60 where they've been writing 60 word ficlets for each of the 60 canon stories. I couldn't resist this one.)

Come to My Senses

For two hours I waited, trying to reconcile my medical instincts with my hesitation. It was not until I returned from my errand to Culverton Smith that I realized what had been bothering me. For all that Holmes looked terribly ill, the room did not smell like a sickroom. It was a sham. And I was not the intended target.





(60 words, for sherlock60 where they've been writing 60 word ficlets for each of the 60 canon stories. I couldn't resist this one.)