Chapter 35: Old Wounds
I woke up the next morning to the sound of something crashing to the ground. I shot up and looked around to see Sherlock picking up a plastic plate. I winced as I lightly touched my arm, remembering what happened yesterday. I was still on the couch so I must have slept here the whole night. "Morning." He said as he continued putting the plates back where they belonged. I felt my head spin, so I gently laid back down once I realized that there was not real threat. "Why are you putting away the plates?" I asked him because I knew for a fact that I did this job, honestly he hated almost any house work so I did most of it. "They needed to be put away." He said and shrugged as if this is what he normally did in the early morning. "Whatever." I said stubbornly and slowly got up from the co
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