Sherlock returns to 221B prompting some anger and confusion from John. He leaves, unaware of the full extent of what Sherlock went through...
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“Oh my god. You were dead on a slab, it was definitely you.“
“The face is a bit bashed up, so it might be a bit difficult.“
“It’s okay now,“
“No it’s not, it’s not okay. I saw it and I was wrong.“
“I had to keep myself distant.“
“Why?“
“What happened?“
“John, forgive me. I am sorry.“