[John Watson is a brave man, someone who is cool under pressure. He is also a human being, though, and roots burrowing into his skin, through flesh and bone, through his eyes? That's too much for him. By the time panic wraps it's far enough around his mind to just start screaming in pain, the roots have already pierced through his neck in multiple places. The sound is choked, his body convulses, and the last thing he sees before a vine pushes its way in through his remaining eye is Sherlock, trying to kick.
The doctor reaches a hand toward his friend as best he can, but the roots and greenery curl around him. Small flowers begin to sprout as John goes still.]
cw: body horror/parasitism, eye horror
The doctor reaches a hand toward his friend as best he can, but the roots and greenery curl around him. Small flowers begin to sprout as John goes still.]