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Of course, John had no clue what he was to do now that he was back in London. What could a wounded, military doctor recently discharged after serving time if Afghanistan, possibly offer anyone here?
He had been assigned a therapist, who told him that his limp was basically 'all in his head'. "Trauma," She had stated so simply. She had also said that he should write a blog about his life.
To this, he finally spoke above a whisper: "Nothing ever happens to me."
After that session, John ran into an old college friend, who (upon hearing John needed to find affordable housing) asked him to come along and meet a friend of his... at the morgue.
((Starts where summary ends, and yes, Sherlock is at the morgue and I won't tell you what he's doing. That's for you to find out by following the guy to the morgue.
I MUST HAVE A JOHN WATSON TO START THE RP.
Interested? PM ME PLEASE!))
