[It's like dying just a little bit at a time and not being able to do a thing to stop it or get it over with. He can see what's coming and wants to hasten it to stop the absolute agony of lying still.]
[And at the same time he never wants it to end. Sherlock never wants to stop looking at her face above him, twisting up into those expressions because of contact with his body.]
[Forget breathing, forget groaning, forget gasping, he's choking now. He's making little choked-off noises that are just short of whimpers.]
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[And at the same time he never wants it to end. Sherlock never wants to stop looking at her face above him, twisting up into those expressions because of contact with his body.]
[Forget breathing, forget groaning, forget gasping, he's choking now. He's making little choked-off noises that are just short of whimpers.]