To Sleep, Perchance to Dream

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Title: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream
Author: capt_facepalm
Rating: PG
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (ACD)
Characters: John H. Watson, M.D., late of the Army Medical Department; Mr Sherlock Holmes
Summary: You can rest when you're dead
Warning: (cliche)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: July 20th 2019 prompt: Sleep Issues

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Sherlock Holmes' expression hardened. Idle gossip concerning Dr Watson always irked him. This time it was some Scotland Yard lackeys. His fellow-lodger had been at his side last week. The murders had been particularly gruesome and no motive could explain the choice of victims. A complete nightmare.

Watson had been deeply affected. Sleep provided no respite. Horrors long-forgotten returned with a vengeance. Twice he had woken the house with screams and now he dreaded falling asleep. Holmes seriously considered 'doctoring' Watson's brandy with something strong enough to put him under for twelve hours. Anything to keep the nightmares at bay.

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Comments

[gardnerhill]

Poor Watson. Who knows how many of those murder scenes activated his PTSD.

[smallhobbit]

Poor Watson! Hopefully time will help a little.

[debriswoman]

Poor man:-(

[mightymads]

Ohh poor Watson! It’s good that Holmes is there for him.

[thesadchicken]

I like it when Holmes worries about Watson