[He closes his eyes. His head's pounding, the memory of his own cries echoing in his skull, the smell of Holmes's blood caught in his nose. He's never been so scared, so angry.
He doesn't want to be that person again. He'd rather not be anything except a doctor, a pair of skilled hands and a brain filled only with medical knowledge. It was so much easier that way.]
Because I don't want to relax and nod off slowly. I want to pass out cold.
[At least this time his face won't hit the floor.]
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He doesn't want to be that person again. He'd rather not be anything except a doctor, a pair of skilled hands and a brain filled only with medical knowledge. It was so much easier that way.]
Because I don't want to relax and nod off slowly. I want to pass out cold.
[At least this time his face won't hit the floor.]