"John! John! Can you hear me!? John wake up now, please!"
Desperation…that was something rare to be heard from the great Sherlock Holmes. Rare enough for the Doctor to try and dissipate the fog and that strange sensation around his brain, to reach for the voice. However, as soon as he was breaking into the surface of consciousness, pain came like a speeding train, assaulting his senses and numbing them to whatever is was not pain, radiating from everywhere at once.
"John, I need you to open your eyes and focus to retain consciousness, at least until we are out of here!" – Holmes was shouting for some reason. He wished he could command his mouth to ask why but he felt so dizzy, feeling every beat of his heart thumping behind his eyes and on his temples.
The Doctor reached for his head with his left hand but somehow he couldn't coordinate…wait, Sherlock had said something about going somewhere and so he was going to try harder.
"John we need to move, now!"
"Wait..." He managed to murmured, his mouth filled with something that tasted like copper and salt. He opened his eyes or at least he thought he did, but couldn't see a thing. Was it nighttime? Had they gone to a party? To a concert? He couldn't remember anything. What had happened for them to end up like this?
"The car is upside down. There was a car crash and we are still in the wreckage the car became. And judging by your disorientation and inability to focus, you have a serious concussion, along with other injuries. Can you move your arm? We'll need to release the safety belt, I can't reach it. We need to get out, I'm sure this was not an accident and I think the gas tank is leaking, there's a faint smell floating around and our cabbie is pretty much dead. I'm mostly unharmed, the impact was on your side…"
While Sherlock moved around and explained the situation slowly, John was finally free. They started to crawl away to safety, as best they could. However, as faint as John was feeling, he realized what was bothering the most since Sherlock commanded him to open his eyes.
"Sherlock…what time is it?
"Around midnight, why?
"Are there street lights around here?
"Of course you idiot, why would you…? Oh, John."
A/N: I have to say, I really liked this one =) and just the majority of my fics, it was written for July Writing Prompts, or as we identify them in the Watson_woes comm, JWP. Do yourself a favour and go over there. IT'S AN AMAZING PLACE.