"I think he's been here before me" Sherlock said from across the room. He and John had been working on this case for a few months, but tonight they knew where the criminal was going to be. He was in the house with them, hiding behind a door. John was ready to run after him once he let his guard down. And that's exactly what he did. Soon enough the murderer ran out from behind the door and out into the streets. John ran after him and Sherlock followed suite. They had been running a good 3 minutes when Sherlock passed John and ran into the crowds after the man. After that John lost them both in the crowd. Sherlock followed the criminal into an alley way. The alley was dark, wet, and quiet. "Shit" he said to himself. The only thought running through his mind was that he lost him. He growled in frustration, running his hand through his hair. It was quiet and dark and the only noise her could hear was the faint noise of cabs driving past. It stayed like that until the sound of a gun loading was the loudest noise he could hear. He turned quick towards the noise when he heard a loud noise. Almost immediately he felt his ribcage go hot and then pain ran through his body. The darkness around him grew blurry and he collapsed to the ground. He couldn't move.
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John made his way through the crowd. He couldn't find the detective anywhere. He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a gunshot off in the distance. He could only think something bad happened to his friend. He ran towards the noise, looking on every street and in every alleyway he could find until he looked in one and saw Sherlock laying on the ground motionless. "Sherlock!" he yelled running towards the man with his torch in his hand. "Sherlock?" he said when he reached the detective, kneeling beside him on the cold, wet ground. He shined the light in his face and moved it down his body checking for gunshot wounds. He stopped when he saw Sherlock's ribcage drenched in blood. "No no no no no" he said quickly. "Sherlock can you hear me?" he said "Listen to me you can't die, not now, not again." John got his phone out as quick as he could and called Lestrade. "Greg, you need to send an ambulance to my location ASAP! Sherlock's been shot."
About 3 minutes later an emergency team was putting Sherlock on a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance. John, without hesitation, jumped into the back with him and Lestrade did the same. "Are you going to be alright?" he asked looking at John. "Yes of course. Why?" "You do realize you're crying right?" John didn't notice until that moment that his face was wet with tears. He didn't say anything. Soon, the doors of the ambulance opened and Sherlock was being rushed into the emergency room. John followed behind when a woman in a nurses uniform stopped him. "I'm sorry sir. Patients and staff only" "But he's my-" "Patients and staff only" she repeated.
He sat in the waiting room, head in hands, his heart beating out of his chest for hours. He heard an unfamiliar voice say his name. He looked up and saw a man in a doctor's uniform standing in front of him. "Yes?" "Sherlock's fine. We cleaned the wound and stitched him up. There was no serious damage done but he might get a scar there. His body went into shock when he was shot and that's why he fainted. Although he did loose a lot of blood." "Is he awake?" "No. At least not anymore. He woke up for a few minutes and kept asking about you." "Me?" "Yes. He kept asking if you were alright and if you had gotten hurt. But then he fell asleep. You're free to go to his room if you like. It's the first door on the right side. Second floor" "Okay thank you" He stood up and made his way to the lift. Even though the lift ride up was only a floor, it felt like it took ages for the doors to open to the second floor. John walked into the first door on the right which was right in front of the lift. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw his friend , alive, sleeping, and safe. He sat in the chair next to Sherlock's bed. It was five in the morning and he was tired. He thought that if he took a nap, that Sherlock would be awake when he woke up. He laid his head down on the edge of the bed and was out in two minutes.
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When Sherlock woke he didn't know where he was or what had happened after he fell on the ground. He took a look around.
Bed sheets have been pressed, room is kept well sanitized, IV in my left arm, heart monitor measuring pulse, and-
Oh.
John. My John.
Sherlock smiled. John must have been the one who called for an ambulance. Oh no. John must have seen his rather…frightening injury.
Even though Sherlock would never admit it to anyone, he had feelings for John. Feelings he could not explain.
John's smile would make him happy, his laugh would make his heart jump, and his eyes would make him feel calm.
He had never felt anything like this with anyone else. Not ever. And yet, he didn't mind it.
He shifted a bit in his bed accidentally waking John up. The army doctor's head shot up fast and he looked around frantically. His eyes settled on Sherlock who was smiling at him.
"Good Morning, John" he said
"Hi" John yawned "How are you feeling?"
"like hell"
"Why? Are you in any pain?" John looked like he was about to panic.
"No" Sherlock said sternly. "I just don't want to be here."
"Well you're only here for about one or two days. There was no serious damage done so I'm pretty sure you'll be okay."
"Maybe I can get Mycroft to get someone to clear me and send me home. I'm not staying here for more than a night and I'm no-"
The detective's words were cut off when John stood up and hugged him tightly, burying his face into his neck.
"What's this?"
"I'm sorry. This is all my fault. I should have never let you out of my sight. I'm so sorry."
Sherlock hesitated until he felt his shoulder becoming wet under John's face and felt his friends breathing become shaky. He returned the embrace and held onto him tightly.
"No. If it weren't for you I would have bled to death in that alleyway last night. So don't blame yourself. Please."
They sat still for a few moments. Hugging each other tightly until John sat up.
"I'm going to get some tea down stairs. Do you want anything?"Sherlock shook his head and smiled. John smiled back and left the room.
"Damn" Sherlock said under his breath "How am I ever going to tell him? What do I say 'Oh Hi John how are you? Good? Oh I'm fine and I have feelings for you.'" he held his head in his head and sighed. "what am I going to do?"
