Sherlock (one)
Rated T. sorry for any OOC they are unintentional.
"Sherlock!"
His voice pierced the silence like a knife to the heart.
"What the fuck happened to our flat?"
The apartment was in ruins, shards of glass covering the floor and furniture flung around in tatters. Signs of a struggle echoed around the room, and a blood outline of a hand was present on the other side of the door, by the handle. John's eyes followed the small blood trail to the window, which was broken, hence the glass, and the curtains fell to cover what John hoped wasn't a dead body.
"Sherlock what the hell have you done?" immediately the doctor assumed it was another of the detective's lurid experiments, and began to search for Sherlock.
John approached the body, hoping it wasn't Anderson, who had popped around earlier to deliver news on an escaped convict in the area they should look out for, especially Sherlock, who had jailed him. The doctor reached down and whipped off the curtains, fearing the worst. What he saw was far worse then what he'd expected, and he gasped, dropping the curtain in shock.
The detective lay on the floor, long legs tucked into his chest as he shivered, blood covering his handsome face and clothes-less body, the knife in his neck causing him pain. He twitched and John met his tear-stained eyes.
"Come here." John swallowed and tried not to faint at the sight, leaving his crutches on the wall for a moment and kneeling down to help his friend. He dressed him for decency while calling the ambulance, and the police, and trying to comfort Sherlock while they waited together, both men trying not to cry. John removed the knife from sherlock's neck and wrapped a bandage around the wound, stroking his hair to try and reassure the mute detective.
He had always sworn to look after Sherlock. And he wasn't going to stop now.
NEE-NAW NEE-NAW NEE-NAW
"Thank God." John breathed a sigh of relief and helped Sherlock sit upright, sighing once more as the detective was still taller although they were seated. The man looked at him through half-lidded eyes, smiling despite his pain. "You're alright aren't you." John laughed half-heartedly. He could have lost Sherlock. He could have lost his world. All because he'd gone to his mother's for lunch. Sherlock had begged him to stay.
"He's been acting funny all day" John thought, smiling as Sherlock fell to his knees and grabbed John's leg, carefully avoiding his hurt leg, unlike the time before, "then again, when has Sherlock ever acted normally?" he smiled to himself and wandered towards the door.
"Stop it you'll make my leg lock again!" he laughed, grabbing the door handle, "I'm only going for a few hours."
"BUT JOHN! THERE'S A MASS MURDERER ON THE LOOSE LOOKING FOR ME! AND THE PHYSIC SAID I WOULD BE STABBED TODAY!"
"I never knew you believe in psychics Sherlock."
"I don't. who does?" Sherlock laughed nervously and stood to his feet, trying to regain his dignity, "I'll see you later then." And with that the detective flopped onto the sofa, sulking.
"Someone's bi polar." John smirked and left the apartment.
"I should've staid with you. I'm sorry."
Sherlock smiled and closed his eyes. His pulse stopped.
"SHIT!" John yelped and ran to the door, where a woman paramedic appeared, wielding a stretcher. She was followed by two muscular male paramedics, and they all acknowledged Sherlock in a heartbeat.
"He's alright then?" she smiled, flicking a lock of red hair from her pale face.
"Yes- no- he was at first but now he's stopped breathing! I-"
Her face went astonishingly paler. "Oh I see- Peter get the stretcher!"
The taller man behind her nodded, and together, under John's watchful eye, the two men rushed his Sherlock to the ambulance while trying to breathe life into the lifeless body…
Okay I know it was short- it's the introductionary chapter. The next ones will be longer, promise ^_^
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I aim to update at least one chapter every other night, but if I have loads of Homework it may be once a week, we'll see.