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Human shield ;
Sherlock and your muse have been chasing a criminal, a dangerous murderer. Coming to a stop in an alleyway, they see nothing, before Sherlock's eyes widen, pushing your muse down onto the ground, toppling over them when a shot rings out. Sherlock's pupils blow wide, blood leaking from his abdomen as he leans on his hands, not crushing your muse.

Missing ;
Sherlock has been missing for two days now. It's usual that he leaves sometimes, but this time something seems off. What your muse doesn't know, is that the moment he stepped out of his apartment, he was kidnapped.
And now is sitting in the dark alleyway, head bleeding, handcuffed behind his back to metal pipe, the cuffs breaking into his skin.

Bloody hell ;
Sherlock slumped against the wall, his white shirt was ruined already quite a few time ago, now leaving slashes of blood on the wall. He was Sherlock Holmes, he wasn't going to pass out from the pain. He tried to find the strength to continue up the stairs towards his apartment, groaning. He could feel his vision swim and blur, staying against the wall, letting the blood from the huge slashes on his side colour the wall.

The dark cloud ;
Sherlock's phone sat on the living room table - for twelve days now. Filled with calls, cases, messages. He didn't do anything. His violin was collecting dust. No experiments had been done. Sherlock himself, was in his room. He refused to get out of bed, except for bathroom breaks. He was still wearing his pajamas, eyes dull, smile long gone. His hair was a mess, and he surely needed a shower, growing a stubble on his face, but nothing. He did nothing.

Early leave ;
John's wedding. Sherlock only smiled, he had learned that trick for some time now. He didn't show his real feelings. After sending the newly wedded couple of, his smile fell. He walked out of the party room, grabbing his coat and making his exit, pulling his coat collar up. Your muse saw him leaving and decided to follow him.

I'm still sane ;
He hears voices. He's more on edge. He's using humor to cover up his pained emotions. It seems like he barely knows his mind palace anymore. He's starting not know things anymore, using phrases as 'I don't know' and 'I'm not sure' . He uses drugs. He doesn't take care of himself. He's alone. Sherlock holmes may be a bit broken, it's been one month of living in his apartment alone after John left with Mary.

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