"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed as the gun was fired and his partner fell to the floor. Sherlock faced the attacker and shot him twice in the chest. The man collapsed dead to the floor. Sherlock rushed to John's side, he was bleeding heavily and his eyes were closed
"John? John, can you hear me? John!"
"Sherlock?"
"Yes, it's me." John opened his eyes and tried to sit up
"Stay still, John." Sherlock tutted
"What happened…? Did we get him?" Sherlock smiled weakly
"We got him."
"That's good. Are you hurt?"
"No, but you are."
"OK." They were silent for a few minutes. John scanned the dark sky and stars for a while before looking back up at his friend. He looked into Sherlock's eyes and saw something that he never thought he would see.
FEAR
John wanted to tell Sherlock he was alright, even if he had managed to, he would be lying though his teeth. John breathed in and then broke into a fit of coughing.
"John!" Sherlock helped his friend sit up until his coughing dies down. When it did, Sherlock place him back down on the hard cobblestones. Sherlock noticed dark splodges on the ground. So much blood…
"Sherlock?"
"Yes John?"
"Hold me." Sherlock was taken aback by John's comment
"John, I hardly find this the app-"
"Please…" John pleaded. Sherlock hesitated before gripping the outstretched hand "I'm cold…"
"I don't blame you."
"I don't think I'm gonna survive this…" Sherlock's grip tightened
"Hush John…"
"Sherlock?"
"Yes?"
"I'm cold." John was repeating things, Major Blood Loss. "I'm tired."
"You need to stay awake John."
"I can't…" John's eyes drooped but Sherlock shook him
"John, stay with me. John!"
"Not so loud Shr'lock…"
"You need to stay awake John. Please." John chuckled
"Sherlock Holmes saying please? I think I have died." Sherlock smiled
"Not on me you won't. Remember last week?
"No, what happened last week?"
"I hadn't had a case for the whole day, remember? I was bored out of my mind so I was shooting the wall while you were doing your blog. In the end you got annoyed and we both started talking, remember that? We talked the whole day away." John smiled at the fond memory
"That was one of the calmest and fun days I'd had in ages."
"I never shot the wall again that day. We just sat there for the whole day. Talking and Laughing"
"Have you called an Ambulance?"
"Yes, they're 5 minutes away. Do you think you could hold on for a little longer?"
"'M not so sure…" Sherlock took off his scarf and placed it under John's head. He then took off his coat and draped it across John's pale from
"Is that better?"
"A little. What about you?" Sherlock's teeth were chattering and the wind ruffled his hair.
"I'll b-be fine."
"Your lips are already blue."
"It doesn't matter about me, John. You need to survive this."
"Why's that?" John smirked weakly
"I'd be lost without my blogger." Sherlock laughed
Ambulance sirens blared through the night. And Sherlock saw white specks fall to the floor, he looked up and smiled
"Look, John. It's snowing…" Sherlock looked down at his friend whose eyes were closed…
"John?"
