This is my first fan fic ever. Please review and let me know what you think. There is at least one more part coming.
Thanks for reading!
The bright lights flashed by overhead, blinding John as he faded in and out of consciousness. The sound of running feet and shouting voices surrounded him. The pain in his chest started to numb as his whole body got colder and colder. 'Blood loss,' he thought, unable to turn off his doctor brain. He wanted to tell them, tell them that he needed blood and that they'd have to call the surgeon to remove the bullet he was sure had punctured a lung, but he no longer had the strength to do more than groan.
"Gun shot victim, ready the emergency surgery," was the last thing he heard as he finally succumbed to the darkness.
Beep, beep. Beep, beep. Beep, beep.
The steady beat of the heart monitor was the first sound he registered on waking, but he knew it was another sound that woke him, a voice that had called him from the depths of unconsciousness. A voice that he never thought he'd hear again.
"John."
That rich baritone sounded like heaven to his ears and that's when he knew. He opened his eyes and flinched back from the bright lights.
"Sher..." he could barely hear himself. His voice weak and his dry lips cracking. He paused to try and swallow. When he opened his eyes again he found a glass of water hovering before his face. He drank gratefully from the straw and looked up into his best friend's piercing blue eyes.
"Sherlock... I'm so glad..." He stopped to try and clear his throat, "So glad I've finally died." With those words John used up all the strength he had and fell back into a deep and dreamless sleep with a smile on his lips.