"Sunglasses," he gasped out, one last attempt at a joke. "Keeps- keeps happening to me-"
His eyes rolled back in his head as his body began to convulse, hideously violently, almost twisting completely out of Sherlock's grasp. He was in the final throes of it, now, and there was nothing anyone could do.
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His eyes rolled back in his head as his body began to convulse, hideously violently, almost twisting completely out of Sherlock's grasp. He was in the final throes of it, now, and there was nothing anyone could do.