
slytherintomychamberofsecrets:
Sherlock’s trolley as he is wheeled away.
It’s the Doctor who was taking his pulse. A man puts his hand in the way of his face, but there is a split second when you can see it’s not Sherlock on that trolley.
Holy. Shit. It isn’t Sherlock. And there’s no blood on his face too.
DUDE.
No shit. Rewatching.
WAIT.
This fandom. Moffat. Gatiss. Seriously. Who needs friends.
WAT. WAT. WAAAAT.

