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Watson knew Holmes was sickening when he left with Sir Henry. As Holmes was remaining behind, he paid it little heed, although his letters always concluded with exhortations to look after himself. Above all, he warned him not to undertake the trip if he had worsened. Watson would do his best until Holmes was well.
He berated himself that had he a scrap of Holmes’ intellect, the night-time trip onto the moor would have found a sickening but hearty detective.
Instead he was late, and Holmes lay slumped against a boulder, all but unconscious and calling for him through delirium.