[His mind has already begun wandering when Mycroft doesn't answer, the buzzing of the ringtone in his ear a dull purr that's already sunk to the bottom of his priority list. It's so much quieter than the dull boom of his heart in his ears, something that seems to be thudding a countdown to an inevitable cardiac arrest.
And then suddenly his brother's voice, calm and cultured as ever. He almost hangs up, irritated beyond reason at the idea of having to rely on Mycroft for help. But a blindingly painful cramp in his stomach stops that show of petulance.]
I would appreciate it if you could send a car for me.
[It's what he thinks he says, it sounds that way in his head. It's not what he actually says, what he actually says is:]
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And then suddenly his brother's voice, calm and cultured as ever. He almost hangs up, irritated beyond reason at the idea of having to rely on Mycroft for help. But a blindingly painful cramp in his stomach stops that show of petulance.]
I would appreciate it if you could send a car for me.
[It's what he thinks he says, it sounds that way in his head. It's not what he actually says, what he actually says is:]
Preciacarme.