Lost

Running

Running. Some are absolutely addicted to it, basking in the explosion of endorphins. Others hated it. It made you sweaty and breathe hard. It made you tired. I did not feel like I belonged on either side. Sure, I could manage a good jog, but it's not like I loved it. Besides, I have been running from my problems for far too long now, and I am done with it. So without thinking twice, I just stopped. I stopped in the middle of - Uhhhh- I don't know. I ran and I've run and now I'm lost.

Great.

My body was aching. I was soaking wet and all I needed right now was a break. I put my back against the cold stones of the nearest building, which sent cold shivers down my spine. Slowly I let my aching body fall to the ground. As I was losing grip on reality, a cab stopped in front of me. God, I hate cabs, they're so expensive and boring. I prefer motorcycles. If only I could get myself one again. Anyway, as I got my breathing under control I could see a man emerging from the crowd, the same guy as the one who got out of the cab a few seconds ago. All the alarms in my head went off and my body prepared itself to flee again, as I could see the man turning to me. His eyes locked with mine and for some reason, my body relaxed. The look on his face was soft as he gave me a small, and what looked to be genuine, smile. I stood up as the short man came walking my way. Well, I tried the best I could, but as my body was too tired and weakened from the long suffering it had been through, it couldn't keep itself upright. I leaned my back against the frozen bricks and was able to keep standing. Well, let's just say I was able to keep myself off the ground.

The man, now standing in front of me, reached out his hand. I looked at him, his eyes expressed this warmth even though they were a deep sapphire blue; his face had a kind smile on it and as my brain processed all of this, my hand took his. With a strong grip, he shook my hand and started to talk.

'John Watson, uhm... So I saw you sitting here and I wondered if you're feeling okay? I'm a doctor and by the looks of it you've had a hard time, huh?'

I could feel my eyes start to water and my cheeks start to burn. How am I supposed to react to a stranger, tell him what I've been through? Ha, no way! I tried to keep on my emotionless facade as he continued

'You don't have to answer, but I would appreciate it if you'd let me through. I live here you see, and Mrs Hudson wouldn't be happy if I left Sherlock alone for too long.'

'Oh - yeah, right... Uhm, would you by any chance know where I can find a place to stay? And perhaps where the nearest pharmacy is?'

'Well, lucky for you Mrs. Hudson still has a room left, I think that she won't mind if you stay there for one night, nor do I think that you'll be able to find a free room for tonight. I don't think many hotels would let you stay without reserving a room 24 hours in advance. If you want I could go to the pharmacy for you, or I could send Sherlock. He hasn't been out for days.'

Currently being checked and re-written.

Chapter 2 will follow right after.
-Luna