This is probably what would have happened if the end events in The End of Cilvcation As We Know It was different.
Wait, if that was right, should he be sitting on the floor, like Watson was? He put his hand on the-slowly!- spreading spot again. There was a small crinkle sound what the? He looked at the spot again and saw the wrapper. The five she thought hit me must have been blanks. But that means Oh God no! Watson! His friend had not failed. He raced to his friend's side. "WATSON! WAKE UP!" he did not stir. He saw the swiftly spreading stain on his friend.
"Watson." still nothing. What had happened? He must have switched some bullets, why didn't he tell him? He remembered his friend start to say something after 'I'm sorry' but Holmes did not give him a chance too. That he reflected was a mistake. "Watson, please wake up." his friend stirred. There was something familiar in his way. He remembered a friend his dad told him of. "Arthur, you must treat him better. And not because he is different but because you and he are destined to be friends. I am sure Watson is telling William the same thing." William. He remembered the introduction. "William Watson.' 'Arthur Holmes' He was the son of his father's friend! Why didn't he see it before?
He should have tried to understand. He had to make sure hie friend will be alright. This he thought as he pressed his cloth to his friend's wound is not supposed to happen. He pulled out his cell phone. His friend should get help. He just hoped it would not come too late. Minutes which felt like hours to him, he was sitting next to his friend's bed in the hospital, waiting for him to wake. Watson woke to see Holmes looking worriedly and knew he knew. He smiled as he remembered his father's words of the Holmes and Watson families being friends for generations, tying their lives together. "Don't worry Holmes, I'm fine." Arthur Holmes relaxed. I know, Watson."