docwithablog | there.

The first night, he sleeps like a baby. Undisturbed and peaceful, without paying attention to the emptiness on his right where Sherlock can usually be found. Then, the first air strike explodes around him, burying the city in dust and rubble, there is much screaming and even more silence which is -- even more horrible. Afterwards, John sleeps sporadically, waking up bathed in sweat, with a racing heart, temples that pound. Of course, he never tells Sherlock, not because he wants to paint his stay perfect, but because... This mission was to experience something new, not more of the same. Old.