You had sworen you would never involve yourself with Holmes ever again, not after what he did… but the world had other plans with you being shot and almost bleeding to death. You could’ve sworn you felt the life slipping away from you, but darkness slowly turned into a hospital room as you reopened your eyes…

Also there was Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

You stared at them for a moment, your now paler face looking at them with a slightly tired and emotionless look