"John, is he alive?"
"He wasn't as lucky as you. He didn't land in the pool. Sherlock... They're not sure he'll make it"It all started two days ago during the case that John had so pleasantly called "The Great Game". He'd constantly blog about it as they went along and they got closer and closer to the man behind all the hurt and pain caused to several people, like they were parts of a puzzle and Sherlock had to put together the pieces. James Moriarty was a wicked man, like a spider and Sherlock was his fly to tease and torture.
Sherlock arrived at the swimming pool, gun in his pocket, walking slowly and carefully. John came through a door at the side of the pool between two sets of changing rooms, parka coat on and bombs attatched to him, blinking SOS in morse code, but clearly Sherlock, the great detective, wasn't picking up on it. Jim came from round the corner, smirking a little.
"Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket... Or are you just pleased to see me?"
Sherlock frowned slightly, staring at Jim as he moved in his direction. He raised the pistol, aiming it at Jim. "Both"
Moments passed, Jim and Sherlock were still at it before Jim decided to leave. Both Sherlock and John were glad about this, but they weren't to know what was going to happen when he did. Jim turned away from Sherlock "Ciao Sherlock" and walked towards the door that John had came through earlier.
"Catch...you...later"
"No you won't!" Jim half sung as the door slammed behind him. He took out his phone and text Sebastian. The text read:
Sebastian. You know what to do. -JM
Sebastian acknowledged the text and set up his sniper to aim for the bomb, which Sherlock had just ripped from John's body. "Easy" He whispered to himself as he started to shake. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger, covering his head as the bomb exploded.
Sherlock and John were launched into the air from the impact of the explosion. Sherlock was thrown into the swimming pool, meaning he had the chance of survival, John however, was not. Sebastian quickly scrambled out of the building unscathed and drove off. Passers by of the building watched as it collapsed around Sherlock and John and they immediately phone all three services to the site.
Sherlock was pulled from the swimming pool with a few cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, the paramedics positive that he would survive. John however, was dug up from the rubble, his injuries more serious, his cuts deeper and more life threatening, more than small bruises in every location on his body, the worst on the side of his head. They were both rushed to hospital. Sherlock came round two days later, today. John was in a coma, the doctors were unsure he would make it.
Mycroft sat at Sherlock's bedside, he had always worried about his little brother, even though he had hated him for leaving him during their educational years. He watched and waited as Sherlock slowly came round.
"Mycroft? What are you doing here?" Sherlock looked straight at Mycroft, confused by his location
"Because, brother mine, I care about you. You nearly died"
"Died? What are you on about? Why am I in hospital?"
"You are here Sherlock, because two days ago at the pool, you and John were involved in Moriarty's schemes. The bomb exploded and both you and John were hurt. James seemed to make it out alive, along with Sebastian."
"John, is he alive?"
"He wasn't as lucky as you. He didn't land in the pool. Sherlock... They're not sure he'll make it"
Sherlock stared at his brother, what was he on about? He had no recollection of what had happened at the pool after Moriarty left. He was unaware of landing in the pool, he was unaware of the explosion. He just hoped John would make it, he hoped he would end up like he had, awake and free to go home in a few days.