You're not a Murderer - Part 2I gained my consciousness slowly and forced my eyes to opened and hit by the harsh light of sun from the window. I felt very weak and dizzy, as if I just ran a mile long. Nausea from the morphine was also tortured me.In my blurry vision, I saw two men were talking in low voice in front of my bed. One of them saw my eyes and ended the conversation with the second man. Once one of them went out from the room, he sat next to me near enough for me to recognized him."Holmes? Can you hear me?" asked Lestrade in low calm voice.I took a deep painful breath and responded him with the crucial question. "How long?""Six days. You lost a lot amoun