[ Shit. Drowned in the pool? A murder? And accident? It's a grim start to the month, that's for certain. That's all he's thinking as he listens to the message in medbay. He's not planning to go, since there are usually plenty of volunteers to go and fetch the body. The Sherlocks will want to have a look, though, so maybe he should...
John Watson - just the 001. Well, it's only him and 007 now. But why him? And then, there's 002 215. It takes John a moment to realize who that is, but when he does...
The next breath brings in a rush of what feels like sparks. A normal person would twitch or shake at the sudden rush of adrenaline, those pins and needles of dread. But his voice over the communicator is level and curt in a way that sounds officious. ]
This is John Watson.
[ He's not going to ask. He can't. It's several seconds before he can move, but then he's leaving behind everything but his communicator in the medbay, striding quickly out into the hall toward the elevator.
His mind is silent for thoughts, those things frozen back, but there are certainly feelings, and those nattering, scratching emotions translate quite simply to: no, god no, it's not, it's not. ]
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John Watson - just the 001. Well, it's only him and 007 now. But why him? And then, there's 002 215. It takes John a moment to realize who that is, but when he does...
The next breath brings in a rush of what feels like sparks. A normal person would twitch or shake at the sudden rush of adrenaline, those pins and needles of dread. But his voice over the communicator is level and curt in a way that sounds officious. ]
This is John Watson.
[ He's not going to ask. He can't. It's several seconds before he can move, but then he's leaving behind everything but his communicator in the medbay, striding quickly out into the hall toward the elevator.
His mind is silent for thoughts, those things frozen back, but there are certainly feelings, and those nattering, scratching emotions translate quite simply to: no, god no, it's not, it's not. ]