AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I DON'T BBC SHERLOCK, ALL RIGHT GO TO RESPECTIVED CREATIVE WRITERS AND AUTHORS.
PLEASE R&R. THIS IS NOT BEEN BETA READ - ALL MISTAKES ARE MY OWN.
Swift Bullet
Sherlock knelt down clutching to the dying man in his arms, the man he loved, the solider, the doctor, the best friend - the best friend who took a bullet for him.
Blood was pouring from John's chest as struggled gasps of air husked from the dying man.
"Sher..."
"John! Don't try to talk, everything will be alright"
Gritting his teeth hard to keep his tears from dripping down his long, sharp face, forced a smile to attempt to keep his friend from going into shock.
"John, stay awake. For me, stay awake. Think about... think about Mary, you can't turn up to your own wedding dead, all that planning wasted"
The detective pleaded applying tempered pressure on to the bleeding wound, the blood was slowly spreading past John's shirt and now dampening his thick wooly jumper, rasped cough escapes John's already shaking body, his limp body jolting in the tight grip of the lanky man. The detective's phone buzzed repeatedly but never would he let go of his best friend, John's left fingers limply shake brushing Sherlock's arm, Sherlock couldn't help but grab his hand in return, counting the seconds from the attack to John plummeting to the ground - five - to Sherlock catching John and practically screaming down the details to Lestrade - fourty - to waiting for Lestrade - now brinking on the three minute mark - Sherlock was set in complete panic, he ignored everything his mind and body was telling him; John is dying Sherlock nearly exploded with rage every time his mind would project those three disgusting words.
Wiping tears away with blood stained hands Sherlock cradled John in his lap, "John- John, please, keep your eyes fixed on me" Dilerious John mumbled, "No, Sherlock... don't jump" "What? John, I'm not on the roof. I'm right here, by your side, right where I should be" Sirens were approaching, "John, listen. You're going to be fine, people are going to take care of you" Sherlock found his right hand inhaling John's face, taking in several tears, "He's my- friend" John mumbled out, "John!"