DARK3STKN1GHT

John Watson stood, watching through the window. Watching whatever technicians and doctors bustling about, floundering around his best friend. It was doubtless Sherlock would have discounted such new age pseudoscience as cryogenics, but John couldn't bear to think of his friend's life being at an end. He'd been so distraught at Sherlock's death that at the first breath about some chance to preserve his life, John demanded it, no hesitations or questions asked. It was only now, now that they stood at the threshold between a fool's chance at cheating death and accepting oblivion, that John wondered just what might happen. Would he even see hi