The rippling aftershock of the bomb would be felt as far as 10 foot away from the swimming pool, nothing inside the building could've survived that and yet Sherlock Holmes emerged from the rubble with only a few scratches and a dislocated arm. But his faithful companion and closest and only friend John Watson suffered otherwise.
John had already seen enough death and violence, him being a Ex Army Doctor, but he never got bored of trying to help someone else and would always be willing to help someone, but he worries when Sherlock is in danger. He always worries about him, he's so determined to prove he's clever so gets so stupid sometimes. He tells him at least everyday but he never listens. It's always on his mind that people always want to kill Sherlock and he could never see why. Why do people want to kill him, he has a fantastic talent and he uses it well, most of the time. He thinks these things as his vision slowly becomes clear and he lulls into a full sense of consciousness. He slowly gets up from all of the rubble. He damaged his leg from when it all fell on him earlier but he pushed that to the back of his mind. He had to find Sherlock.
"John." Sherlock called, "John?"