Waiting for the Call

[rabidsamfan]

The sunlight streaming in the western windows did little to ease my headache. I took a surreptitious look at my watch and realized that part of the misery in my gut was due to hunger. It had been hours since I had shared my luncheon with Wiggins.

Any hope I had for a quick verdict faded as the minutes passed. The chatter of the audience slowed and faded as the wait grew longer. Wiggins gnawed on a fingernail. The other boys played at cat's cradle. Mary and Mrs. Hudson were knitting. Merridew was sulking. And Holmes...

Holmes had fallen asleep.

Comments

[lame-pegasus.livejournal.com]

About time. *smiles*

[surgicalsteel.livejournal.com]

Poor Holmes is probably worn out enough from his injuries and being moved with a ton of broken ribs that his body's saying 'Yay, I'm not moving and no one's poking me - nap time!'

[calccarbonate.livejournal.com]

Awww...now I want to hug them both. Watson needs someone to take care of him too!

[pebbles66.livejournal.com]

Poor Holmes! Still enjoying this so much!