One of the soldiers seems to be talking to him; his voice is thick and difficult to make out, probably because, as Holmes watches, his shoulder becomes bloodier, seems to explode in slow motion. It's fairly horrifying, and Holmes ought to recoil in terror, but he doesn't feel afraid, only exceedingly sad. There's a name rolling around in his brain, and it's difficult to hold onto it, but it finally breaks through.

Watson.

He struggles for the clarity that Watson's name tries to bring with it. Watson isn't really hurt, but that fact spins away from him before he can really grab onto it. He groans again and tries for Watson's name; that he manages, but beyond that he can't really say anything else.