It took me approximately ten seconds to react from the initial shock of being thrown backwards and colliding rather harshly with a wall. At ten seconds every ounce of field training I had to kick in with vengeance. Nine, I regained myself enough to move even the smallest amount. Eight I managed to throw my body sideways and at seven I found a doorknob to pull myself from the ground. Six seconds to take in the utterly destroyed walls that now lay crumpling around me. Five, my brain catches up to the situation and I realize my flatmate, my friend is nowhere in sight. Four I can feel every injury I have ever sustained resurfacing, the limp I know I shouldn't have holds me back. Three seconds I move with far to little speed across the mind field of shrapnel. Two and I knew exactly what must have happened. Before I could think, one I hit the freezing water.

I had no idea what I was going to do when I got under the layer of dust on the surface of the water, I truly didn't know if he was in here, or if finding him would even be worth it, but I knew that I would never forgive myself if I did at least try! I was a doctor, if I could save a life I always would try, especially for a friend...The closest friend I had found in a long time. With the lights above out I could see nothing in any direction, all I had to find my way was the feeling of the wall against my fingers and hopefully enough breath to dive deeper into the water. Just hold on ...I pushed off the side and letting my body touch the bottom swimming quickly with my hands out stretched...Please hold on...Please let me find something.

The murky water was closing in on me, my breath running out with every movement and I knew that I had no option but to surface or risk drowning, which wouldn't help either of us. I tread water attempting to avoid the many chunks of metal all around me when I managed to break through to the cold night above. Plaster dust clouded the water creating a filmy barrier between my gaze and anything that was floating below. I took in deep breath, suddenly aware of how much my body ached and strangely grateful for the numbness that was spreading through me thanks to my lack of motion in the icy water. God damn it Sherlock! Where...Red! I could just make it out a few feet away from where I was as I hated to think it, blood always meant that a person wasn't far away, like a red flag in the expanse of gray all around us. Adrenaline kicked in, there was no pain anymore, no feeling at all, but at least at this moment I had hope of us both getting out of here alive.

Deep breath and dive. Once under the water I couldn't follow the blood, but I knew that if he was unconscious and hadn't yet floated to the surface that meant something was keeping him from doing so, I would most definitely find him on the bottom of the pool. My hands hit the rough ground guiding me. Thank god! I felt bad grabbing his hair, but I hoped he would rather lose a chunk of hair than die, of course knowing him he would say I shouldn't have. I ran my hands down the length of his body, there was something keeping him down here, I had to find it and fast before I ran out of air and we both ran out of time. I tried to pull him, he caught, so I pulled harder clothing, like hair, wouldn't be a big loss in the long run. I felt the fibers tear away allowing me to drag with me.

I pressed my friend against me, another person weighing me down made the ascent to the air feel like it was taking an eternity. I gasped, sputtering and coughing consciously aware of Sherlock's limpness in my arms, there wasn't any breath against my neck. It took everything I had to force him out of the water and scrap my way to solid ground beside him. Come on John, I snapped at myself, you know what your doing just react faster! Breathing, CPR. I couldn't feel his breath on my face as I leaned down hovering over his mouth. I pressed my mouth to his bluing ones startled by how embarrassed I felt, I have done this many times over and yet...Focus!

Two breaths into his mouth.

No reaction.

Press down two inches between the nipples thirty times and back to the breathing. I repeated the steps in my head, thinking only of the plastic dummy I had learned this procedure on. Again on the chest, thirty compressions, and...

Coughing!

I collapsed against the cement floor, ignoring the rubble that stabbed into my back and the fact the pain had suddenly returned to every inch of body. My lungs burned horribly, oh holy crap there goes any energy I had mustered. Blackness crept into the edge of vision and I reached my hand out, under my grasp I could feel his arm moving slightly. Hes alive, at least as much as I am, we both made it...Thank god...

"Oh its good to see you coming around." A voice said cheerfully from somewhere outside my peripheral vision. "You took a hell of a beating John, you should be grateful to hear you didn't even break anything." I forced my head up permitting myself a better view of the room I was laying in. A hospital, obviously that was what I needed, I wasn't really sure how it was I had gotten here though as I hadn't called an ambulance, stupidly the thought had not even crossed my mind...Sarah came to the head of the bed checking the IV situated in my arm.

"How long have I been out?" I asked testing my wrists and ankles for the pain I had been in before passing out.

"Not terribly long considering the fact that you were evidentially blown up!" She said throwing her hands up.

"Yeah I kinda was, but thats a long..."

"About two hours. You came in around than, the EMTs didn't think you had been out that long when they arrived, probably only a half hour tops. Your lucky they got there so fast, honestly you were soaking wet and its like 0 degrees outside!" She said exasperatedly. "What made you get in the pool? Did you get thrown there by the blast? What the hell were you doing by a pool in the winter any..."

"I wasn't thrown in the pool I jumped in."

"You jumped! What the bloody hell made you do that?"

" Sherlock was thrown into the water not me."

"Sherlock?"

"Yeah I gave him CPR cause he wasn't breathing, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just...John I don't think your remembering that correctly." She said placing a reassuring hand over my wrist.

"No, I know exactly what happened, why would you say that Sarah?" Panic was bubbling in my chest, when someone looks at you like that its never a good thing, her eyes had the look doctors always gave their patients, one I obviously knew so well, it said I'm sorry.

"Sherlock wasn't with you when the ambulance found you by the pool John, you were alone."