Silence. A smothering white hot silence that Sherlock knew would be soon accompanied by pain. His assumption was confirmed when he attempted to sit up. A searing agony tore through his side and he crumpled on the hard floor. Why was he hurting like this? What happened? Where the hell was he? He lay still, his eyes squeezed shut, willing his brain
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