Based on the 'Further Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: Sherlock Holmes Vs. Dracula' what if Watson leapt off the boat after Holmes instead of before him, and was badly hurt as a result? Alternating view points.
"Holmes, go!" I yelled at him. I knew what he was going to say before he could. As soon as he began to insist I went first, I shoved him into the water. I was not about to leave him on a boat that was about to explode! He glared at me from where he was in the water. "Watson! Get your..." what ever he was going to say was cut off as the boiler threatened to explode. "Go on! I'll catch up to you!" he growled something that sounded like 'you better' and swam toward shore.
I had just leapt for the water when I heard the explosion behind me. Suddenly, there was a red-hot pain in my left shoulder and leg. The water turned red when I reached it, I had been hit. I can't panic, I had to get to safety. I felt a long, wide pice of wood from the boat under my hand. When I got up on it, I blacked out.
I looked around. Where was Watson? He said he was going to catch up to me. Why didn't he? Was he hurt? I hoped not,looking around wildly for him. Where was he? "Watson!" I called out. No answer, why didn't he answer? "Blast this fog! Watson?!" What if he needed help?
Then, I saw a long, wide pice of wood clearly from the boat in the water. There was a man laying across it, one of his arms dangling in the water the other hang limply to the wood. The water seemed to have a red tint around him, like, like, then it struck me, blood! "No. NO!" please don't let it be him. something told me it was. I swam as quickly as I could, each wave that hit the wood was causing him to slide off a bit more.
I reached him just as a wave slid him completely off. with a gasp, I grabbed him before his head could go under and lifted him back on. Just as I feared, it was Watson. There was a shard of wood in his left shoulder and another pice in his leg. The boat must have exploded when he jumped. Right now, I had to get him out of the water and to a hospital. We needed to get to shore, and soon.
If we didn't he will likely bleed to death out here in the sea. We had to move. I began to swim pushing the plank with Watson on it in front of me. "Hold on, Watson, almost there." I did not know if I was trying to comfort him or myself. We were pretty close to shore. What was he thinking, forcing me to go before him? Then again, I was planning on pushing him to the safety of the water, as well.
Suddenly, a huge wave came behind us, pushing us apart and pulling me under. I held my breath and felt for any sign of Watson. I could not find him anywhere. If he was not under the water, he may still be alright. I surfaced for air and to look around. If he was not on the surface, then. No, I will not even think it. I did not want to think about my friend, my best friend, being gone.
The wave had pushed us close to shore, but far from each other. Then I saw a limp form on the shore, Watson! I had to make sure he was still alive. I swam quicker, wanting to reach him. As soon as I touched shore, I ran to his side. He was still alive, but he needed a hospital. Briefly touching his shoulder, I rushed off to find someone to help. Soon I came across a boy and girl, brother and sister, walking on the beach. "We need help! There's been a boat accident, my friend's badly hurt!"
As soon as I said this, the boy sent his sister on, and went with me back to Watson's side. It took three minutes to get him to the hospital and three hours before they let me see him. Those had to be the longest three hours and three minutes I had. I practically ran in when I finally could. I sat in a chair and refused to leave Watson's room. They told me he will be fine, but I still didn't budge.
When he woke, he looked over and gave me a warm look. "It's alright, Holmes." he murmured and I knew he was right.