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Not an ordinary night in the not-so-ordinary and boring world she got herself into.
Y/N found herself lying on the floor of a familiar room. She has seen it but on a TV series not in real life.
Two men were standing before her, giving...
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On the other hand, you are gaining consciousness little by little. Tears forming in your eyes as nothing, but a blurry vision welcomes when you tried slowly opening your eyes but failed.
The ringing in your ears makes you groan in pain. The horrible feeling of pain when someone was stabbing your skull from the inside, that's what you described. You felt lightheaded when you tried to move to look up but instead, you held your right side of your temple as if it would take the pain away.
"Hello, Miss? Can you hear me?"
You heard a familiar soft voice. A voice that you could only hear on screen. But you dismissed that thought as you focused on your throbbing pain in the head. You took a deep shaky breath as you tried to open your eyes again. Two blurry shadows were greeted in your line of sight.
"Okay, I'm going to move you now." Said the soft voice. He carefully put his hands on the back head as you also carefully tried to sit up on the floor.
"You might as well call an ambulance." The soft voice said into another person in the room probably not you since you're the one who felt tremendous pain in the head at the moment. You tightly grip the person's hand holding your arms.
No. Not the hospital. You internally declined and grimaced at the thought.
Sherlock saw the struggle on your face, so he slowly slid back his phone inside of his coat pocket. He thought that you didn't want to go to the hospital, so he didn't bother to call an ambulance.
John looked at you in curiosity while you tried to set your visions straight. You hold the side of your head in pain and see a little bit of blood on your right palm.
"Right. I need to treat those in a second."
You heard the man on the right side utter those words. He must be searching for something because you heard shuffling noises of items in a box.
You took out a deep breath before shutting your eyes again tightly and opening it in a second. Blinking a few times helped you to clear the tears in your eyes and the blurry vision was second to disappear slowly.
Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you saw an unfamiliar yet very familiar place. When you decided to look at your right side the man with the familiar voice you heard earlier was kneeling and patching up the wound on your head.
Your eyes went wide as an owl in the night. Still looking at the person who applied something on your temple which you barely paid attention to because you are focused on the man. Specifically, his face and whispered his name that you thought and prayed that he wouldn't hear it, but he did.
