Mycroft
Sherlock frowned, his eyes fluttering open. He groaned, trying to comprehend my hushed curses. He tried to move my hand away from his throat where I was attempting to take his pulse, but he lacked the strength. When I slid my hand to his back, my other arm sweeping beneath his knees, he forced himself to focus on my face. I saw dim comprehension register in his icy, unfocused eyes. Gasping, he tried to flail and escape, but I simply shifted my grip to accommodate him. Surrendering, Sherlock hung limply, barely acknowledging my quiet murmur as I slid him head-first into the waiting car, clambering gracefully in after him, placing his legs over my own.
"Call Dr. Watson. It's him," I said, watching as Gregory Lestrade stroked Sherlock's face, brushing the tangled curls back.
"Shit," Gregory muttered. "His head's over my phone." I nodded, leaning over to lift Sherlock's head. His eyes opened as I laid it back down. Judging by Gregory's expression, the empty, dead look in Sherlock's eyes would haunt him for a long while. Shakily, he dialed Dr. Watson's number, looking away from my brother.
"John? Yeah, I know what time it is...don't even pretend you were sleeping, we both know you weren't...Yes, I've got a point...I don't know….Look, I don't know, alright?...I'm fine….Yes, he's fine, too, yes, I know you didn't actually care...John...yes...John! Shut up and listen! Thank you! You need to get to St. Bart's….The AE. I know. Believe me, I know. I'll explain later, I'm not going to say this over the phone...It will be...Yeah, see you then," Gregory sighed as he hung up. "Three years...Jesus…"
I stared out the window, my fists clenching and unclenching. Gregory brushed his fingers over Sherlock's eyelids, sliding them shut. He'd most likely see those pale, glassy orbs every time he closed his eyes. I would, without a doubt.
Shuddering, Gregory fumbled for my hand, obviously needing the comfort. His other hand stroked the tangled, greasy locks in his lap, most likely hoping Sherlock could feel and would be comforted. A small part of me hoped the same. As the car pulled up to the AE, he moved his hands under Sherlock's shoulders to help me lift him out.
"I've got him," I said. "Go find Dr. Watson. Inform him. Keep him calmed." Gregory nodded, pushing through the waiting room. I took deep breaths as I moved through the people, allowing my brother to be taken from me and placed on a gurney only to be whisked away from me.