It was an ordinary day for Sherlock Holmes and Doctor James Watson. Like always, they were chasing down a criminal and attempting an arrest.
"You failed to mention that he was armed." said Doctor Watson.
"I'm a detective, not a prophet." argued Holmes.
"Can you attempt to give me a legible excuse for once?"
Suddenly, the suspect began to fire his gun. Holmes and Doctor Watson acted quickly and hid behind a row of barrels; hoping that it would be able to act as armor for a few moments.
"With your level of expertise in deduction, there is no possible way that you would have been able to deny that he would be armed."
"I'm a man in my forties, Watson. It's considered a well-known fact that age does take its toll on the memory."
Watson rolled his eyes and the suspect began to fire at them again. The two quickly ducked their heads until it was quiet again.
"How do you expect us to capture an armed suspect who has just escaped from an insane asylum, when we've so foolishly left our own weapons behind?"
"We'll use the simplest method, Watson: diversion."
"Are you mad?"
"It's very simple. One of us, preferably you, will come out of hiding and distract him, while the other person, preferably myself, will attack from behind and disarm him."
"It's far too dangerous, Holmes. We could get shot."
"Life isn't worth living if there aren't any risks."
Doctor Watson nodded and then carefully sneaked out from behind the barrels and was able to sneak his way past the suspect, so that he was in front of him. He then jumped out and the suspect turned to face him.
"For choosing the field of medicine, I am told to be quite the athlete. "
Doctor Watson began running and the suspect began chasing after him; firing as they ran. The suspect had no idea that Holmes was right behind them and ready to attack. Soon, Doctor Watson found himself boxed into a corner.
"Any last words, Doctor?" asked the suspect.
"Mind your head." said Doctor Watson, giving a small smile.
Without warning, Holmes whacked the suspect over the head with a plank of wood; knocking him out cold.
"I was beginning to wonder if his head was as hard as I thought it was." said Holmes.
Holmes dropped the plank and leaned over to collect the pistol. It didn't take long for the suspect to roll onto his back and fire a bullet straight into Holmes' gut. Doctor Watson acted quickly and kneed the suspect in the groin and punched him square in the jaw, he swiped away the pistol and then shot the suspect right through the forehead, killing him instantly.
"W-Watson?"
Doctor Watson saw Holmes slumped against a wall, with his stomach bleeding profusely and his breathing becoming increasingly labored.
"Holmes," Doctor Watson caught Holmes just as he was about to fall. "it'll be all right, I promise."
Doctor Watson carefully laid Holmes on the ground, so that he could examine the wound more closely. He removed Holmes' coat and unbuttoned the last few buttons of his shirt; exposing the gunshot and causing the blood to pour out.
"It's tore the flesh." whispered Doctor Watson.
"What's happened?" asked Holmes, trying his best to sit up.
"Rest, old boy. It's nothing that I can't handle."
Holmes lowered himself again and Doctor Watson let out a sigh. He removed his own coat and pressed it hard against the wound, in an effort to stop the bleeding. After a few minutes, the bleeding subsided and Doctor Watson felt it was safe to move Holmes. Carefully, he helped him off the ground and dragged him out of the darkened alley.