When he comes to, John’s lying next to him, a pool of blood slowly congealing on the floor beneath him, and Moriarty’s gone.
Slowly, so slowly, he pushes himself to his knees, hanging his head as a rush of vertigo threatens to overwhelm him in even this nearly recumbent position. He reaches a trembling hand to his forehead, and bites back a curse.
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