Literature
Hotson - Hidden Love part2
We reached Baker Street 221B. Watson pushed the door open and let me in while he handled the umbrella. I was shaking roughly, standing there, just waiting for Watson to lead me up the stairs.
Mrs. Hudson was there suddenly. She said something, but I didn't really listen to her, and then she was cut off by Watson, who grabbed my arm and dragged me the way to my room.
Watson had slid off my soaked clothes and wrapped me in blankets. He had used a towel to dry my hair just a little. Now I was lying on my bed and slowly felt my body heating.
There was not much light in the room, and I felt very tired. Extremely exhausted, practically. I closed
