"Sherlock!" John yelled, as he ran towards the falling man.
In his rush to get to the other side of the street, he didn't notice the bicycle heading straight for him.
John was knocked to the ground and any hopes he had of getting to Sherlock were shattered.
As he got up off the pavement, dazed and confused, he saw the swarm of people surrounding the sidewalk.
He ran to them and pushed as people held him back, "He's my friend." John repeated, in hopes they would let him through.
He managed to feel for a pulse on Sherlock's wrist but there was nothing and in a whirl of dizziness, he collapsed to the ground.
John awoke later that night with a throbbing headache, he reached over to turn on his lamp but all he found was an empty tabletop.
His nightmare had come true, he was in a hospital bed after collapsing because Sherlock Holmes...is dead.
His best friend in the world was gone, he felt like his world had been turned upside down.
John didn't sleep again until he was released in the morning, he didn't know where to go, he couldn't go back to 221b Baker Street, too many memories of Sherlock.
He ended up staying in a hotel, where he spent his time grieving and calling people to tell them the news.
A week later was the funeral, the police department paid and organised everything since he was technically part of the team.
By the end of the service, John was a mess, he hadn't stopped crying the whole time, he never realised how much Sherlock meant to him.
He said goodbye to the headstone and went back to his hotel, from then on he visited Sherlock every week.
He had been doing okay but one day, he broke; "You told me once that you weren't a hero… um.. there were times I didn't even think you were human, but, let me tell you this: you were the best man and human… human being I've ever known, and no-one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, that's… uh. There. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. Look, please, there's just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't. Be. Dead. Would you do that, just for me, just… stop it. Stop this!"
From that day forward, John decided he needed to try to move on.