Chapter one
A phone ringing woke John from his deep slumber and he groaned. He reached over to his bedside table and groped for the phone. Blinking his eyes to focus them, he reads the name of the caller. Sherlock.
John sighed and opened the phone, placing it to his ear. "Do you know what time-"
"John." The detective's voice sounded off.
John sat up in his bed and ran a hand over his face. "Ugh..Look, I'm sorry about earlier tonight. I was being a jerk and-"
"Please help, John-" Sherlock suddenly exclaimed.
John could hear the pain in Sherlock's voice and sat up straighter, throwing his legs off the side of the bed. This was a tone of voice John was not used to hearing from the consulting detective. "What's wrong, Sherlock?" John asked, in a stern voice.
John heard the man's shallow breath, but he did not respond. "Sherlock. Answer me!"
"I can't breathe. John, I-I can't breathe," Sherlock groaned. "I-m sorry, John." Sherlock's words wer slurred.
John was up and pulling on his pants as Sherlock spoke. "Calm down, Sherlock. What happened?"
John knew that Sherlock was hurt. Between his slurred words and harsh breathing, he knew it was bad. Keep him talking. Don't let him stop talking.
"It's dark in here. I'm not fond of small spaces-"
"In where?" John interrupted. "Sherlock, where are you?"
"John-"
"Sherlock, dammit, tell me where you are!"
"They-..They buried me, John."
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