999, What Is Your Emergency?

by sherlolly-shipper221B

A man at 221B Baker Street phones 999 requesting an ambulance. One shot. Sherlolly.

"999, what is your emergency?"

"It's my friend, she's been shot."

"And where are you?"

"211B Baker Street, in my flat. A gunshot through the window."

"Alright, an ambulance is on its way."

"You have to tell them to go quicker."

"Sir, it'll be there as soon as poss-"

"THEY HAVE TO BE HERE NOW."

"Sir you have to calm down, now where was your friend shot?"

"Christ! Uh. Through the lung. Oh god oh god."

"You have to keep pressure on the wound sir."

"I am I am. Oh god Molly."

"Sherlock…" The voice is weak.

Muffled noises. The phone is put down. The voices grow distant. The operator just listens.

"Don't speak, don't speak."

"Sherlock…" Coughing "Stay with me."

"Of course, you're going to be alright Molly, you're going to be alright."

"I know enough about anatomy… To know…" Coughing "My chances aren't good."

"I know I know but the ambulance is on it's way."

"I love you." Her voice is even weaker now.

"I know."

Chuckling. Muffled sounds. Perhaps he's kissing her. He's definitely crying though.

"Molly?"

Silence.

"MOLLY!" Anguish.

"MOLLY COME BACK!" Sobbing. Heartbreak.

Sniffling. He picks the phone up again.

"She's.." He croaks "She's gone. You were too late."

He hangs up.