New story, enjoy
Summery: Heart beats mean that you are alive. That you are breathing. Without a heart beat means you are lifeless. That you will never take another breath. You can go from one to the other in seconds. This is my idea of what could happen after the pool scene in The Great Game.
I do not own the characters and I do not own the TV show Sherlock!
Then a single gun shot rang out and then came the blast that might have been mistaken for the sound of fireworks. For a split second it seemed the world stopped then it came back going 10,000 times faster than before. That was the only observation John made before a heavy body crashes into him caused them both to fall into the pool that surrounding the two men. The next feeling that is registered is the water crashing down on them and feeling of being unable to breath. Please God let us live. John thought before black spots filled his vision completely.
The next thing John feels is lying outside of the pool the cool air brushing agains his skin and the limp body that is laying next too him.
"hold on, the ambulance will be here soon" John whispered, moving Sherlocks chlorine soaked hair out of his eyes reveling the piercing blue eyes stared up at him. Praying that what he said was true, John sighed, there phones had both been destroyed by the water. But the explosion was bound to attract some attention.
"Not sure how long." the detective answered almost sleepily before looking at John horrified expression. "Don't look like that, this is not my last breath, stop acting as if it is, that is completely idiotic and a wast of time."
John sighs again as he takes his friends hand to feel the pulse, the proof that he was indeed still alive.
"Why do you wait here with me." Sherlock asked, causing Johns head to look up at the detectives face, so shocked that Sherlock would ask something like this. Convinced that it was because of lack of blood John responded "You would do the same." hoping it was true, though unsure because sherlock was, after all, a self-proclaimed sociopath
"No one else would." Sherlock whimpered, the blood at this point had seeped through the jacket and was now pooling around the detective as well as painting the man next to him a deep red color. At this point Sherlock was getting very tired.
"You need to stay wake." John urged Sherlock just as the roaring sound of an ambulance broke the silence as it turned into the area. The paramedics take one look at the carnage of the pool and run over to the two figures who look like ghosts.
"Now when have I been know for doing what i am told?" Sherlock said before he shut his eyes and the diamond blue orbs were hidden from sight.
"Sherlock." John whispered, as if trying to wake a baby, but it was no use, Sherlock had lost a lot of blood and was not going to wake up.
"He is not responding, and he has lost a large amount of blood."John said to the paramedic.
"Lets get him in the ambulance." said the parametric just as John stood up and swayed on his feet for a moment before crashing to the ground.
"Damn."
In the hospital John woke and once he realized he was in a hospital bed he briefly wondered if he had gotten injured in Afghanistan, that is before a flood of memories came back, the pool, sherlock pushing him into the dark water, the feeling of drowning, lights dancing across his vision. Then the horrifying sight of himself kneeling next to a bleeding Sherlock. Not able to remember how he got out of the pool John remembers fainting. His internal clock said it was early morning, but because the blinds were drawn it was difficult to know. Thats when the pain came, it cut across his head like fire. The pain completely woke up the doctor and he got a good look at his room, it was a privet room, courtesy of Mycroft no doubt. Stepping on to the floor his bare feet came in contact with the cold floor. Taking the white robe that had been draped carefully over the chair next to his bed, he quickly put it on covering his hospital gown. Walking in to the hall he sees a young nurse walking toured him. Reaching out he took her arm.
"Can you tell me where Sherlock Holmes room is?"
"Are you family." she asked
"Yes." John responded
"Down the hall turn left and the room will be on your right room number D303." She said unsure if he was lying or not.
"Thank you." john sighs and starts down the hall. Walking into the room he can see nothing, there are no lights but the one coming from the machine, Sherlock is not awake yet, John thinks to himself walking to the bed he sees Sherlocks sleeping form. From the light of the monitor that showed Sherlocks vitals he saw Sherlock had a small stitched cut on the left side of his face under his eye. He looked calm, for once. At that moment, looking back, John realized he should have seen that sherlock almost never relaxes, he is always thinking, solving puzzles even when asleep. Turning to the door John sees two doctors talking outside of the door.
"How is he."
"Well considering he was shot with a bullet."
He did get shot. John thought
"Alex." The older doctor warned
"It was a special type of bullet, you have heard of the 5.56 bullet, yes? Well this one was designed like that but as it broke it broke into more then the normal amount, we removed the fragments a few hours ago, nothing vital was hurt."
"Then what is killing him."
"We don't know."
I thought I would update before Sherlock returns. Sadly I have to wait until May to watch the new series, or find it on the internet. Hope you liked my new story, please review and criticism would be helpful. I will try my best to update soon.
Also i am thinking about making this story become slash at the end, any thoughts?