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WHO: sh_consulting and paints_lanterns
WHERE: Sherlock's hospital bed (Rossum Facility? not sure.)
WHEN: Saturday Jan 28
WARNINGS: Sherlock is an ass as always
SUMMARY: Sherlock is just so bored he finally caves and sends Rapunzel a ludicrous number of texts to come see if she can heal him.
FORMAT: Starting para but you can switch to action if you like :)
He could barely stand it.
Beyond the numerous lectures he had gotten - Who cared about those, he had done what was necessary and he wouldn't be convinced of otherwise, it had nothing to do with being suicidal - the boredom had crept up in force and he was absolutely incapable of doing anything about it.
Even with the work Boyd supplied, being trapped in the hospital bed was more of a prison than he could have imagined otherwise and more than once seriously considered simply killing himself in order to get out of it, and risk the chance of not returning.
However, his mind had also been circling over a particular conversation, with a particular young woman with incredibly long, blonde hair... Though he had an almost irrational aversion to magic (No, not irrational, completely understandable, entirely, until he worked out exactly how it worked), it was slowly offering itself as the best possible course of action.
So, slowly, he started to pester the hell out of her with private text messages.
The only way you are going to learn the extent of your powers is through experiment. -SH
Even if it is completely unreliable and likely harmful. -SH
It's possible to perform tests safely. -SH
I may have a test subject for you. -SH
He has a wide array of injuries that may benefit from your power, if it works as you described. -SH
... Yes, by he I mean me. -SH
I'm willing. -SH
Yes, fine, I apologize I dismissed your powers originally, can we now focus on the problem at hand?? -SH
Now? -SH
Please? -SH
Are you getting my texts??? - SH
The fact that he sent them all in the middle of the night, and that she would likely be asleep, was of course completely lost on him.
WHERE: Sherlock's hospital bed (Rossum Facility? not sure.)
WHEN: Saturday Jan 28
WARNINGS: Sherlock is an ass as always
SUMMARY: Sherlock is just so bored he finally caves and sends Rapunzel a ludicrous number of texts to come see if she can heal him.
FORMAT: Starting para but you can switch to action if you like :)
He could barely stand it.
Beyond the numerous lectures he had gotten - Who cared about those, he had done what was necessary and he wouldn't be convinced of otherwise, it had nothing to do with being suicidal - the boredom had crept up in force and he was absolutely incapable of doing anything about it.
Even with the work Boyd supplied, being trapped in the hospital bed was more of a prison than he could have imagined otherwise and more than once seriously considered simply killing himself in order to get out of it, and risk the chance of not returning.
However, his mind had also been circling over a particular conversation, with a particular young woman with incredibly long, blonde hair... Though he had an almost irrational aversion to magic (No, not irrational, completely understandable, entirely, until he worked out exactly how it worked), it was slowly offering itself as the best possible course of action.
So, slowly, he started to pester the hell out of her with private text messages.
The only way you are going to learn the extent of your powers is through experiment. -SH
Even if it is completely unreliable and likely harmful. -SH
It's possible to perform tests safely. -SH
I may have a test subject for you. -SH
He has a wide array of injuries that may benefit from your power, if it works as you described. -SH
... Yes, by he I mean me. -SH
I'm willing. -SH
Yes, fine, I apologize I dismissed your powers originally, can we now focus on the problem at hand?? -SH
Now? -SH
Please? -SH
Are you getting my texts??? - SH
The fact that he sent them all in the middle of the night, and that she would likely be asleep, was of course completely lost on him.