A/N So I wanted to write something so I decided to do something based on a song. The first one that came up in my shuffle was "Doctor" by Cute Is What We Aim For and instantly I thought Johnlock. So yeah, this happened. Also, I apologize for any issues with my English; please let me know if something is wrong. I love constructive criticism!

John was sitting in the back of the ambulance, talking casually with the driver and waiting for another call. It had been a slow day and it was coming to the end of his shift and all he wanted was to help someone. It might be a little crazy, but some days all he wanted was someone to save. It made him feel better. It seemed selfish since saving someone involved someone getting hurt, but it was such a rush.

The call came through and they were off, speeding down the street with the siren blaring on the way to what sounded like a gruesome hit-and-run. According to the call, some crazy guy had run across the street with someone very close behind when a car came out of nowhere and hit the second guy while the first guy jumped into the backseat. They rushed off and the usually stone-faced almost-doctor Watson could not have possibly been prepared for what he saw when he opened the doors. Lying on the ground and covered in blood was his boyfriend Sherlock, looking incredibly pissed off and more uncomfortable than in pain.

"Sherlock!" He screamed, running over and pulling the man into his arms, attempting to keep his composure enough to stick to protocol.

"Well, hello John. I expected you would be coming. I think about now would be the time for you to do something useful like take my pulse or bring me to the hospital or something." Sherlock barely finished his sentence before passing out in the middle of the street.

"Right, take his pulse, because I need the dying smartarse to tell me how to do my job," John remarked before quickly pulling the lanky man onto the stretcher and carting him into the back of the ambulance, taking his vitals as he went.

John ran straight into the room he knew Sherlock was being held in as soon as his shift was over. He saw an irritated looking Mycroft sitting in a chair next to the bed Sherlock was in, but ignored him in favour of yelling at Sherlock.

"You!" He screamed, but before he could get another word in Sherlock interrupted.

"Yes, me indeed. Me, the poor injured thing that was helped out of a tough situation by an amazing paramedic. Darling, I must say, you have incredible medical skills. Now if you could be so kind as to get them to release me from this sterilized prison so I could get on with my case it would be most helpful." Sherlock was trying to charm his way out of the bed rest that had been prescribed, but John saw straight past it.

"Absolutely not. You are staying right there until you are healed."

Sherlock practically pouted as Mycroft turned to him and mumbled, "Sherlock, I know it is not something you are fond of doing, but I believe you owe someone a 'thank you.'"

Sherlock gave John a glance and with a devious look in his eyes and a wink before saying, "I can thank him plenty later when we get home."

Aaaaaannnnd done. I know it is crazy short, but it was just a quick little thing, so it was not supposed to be long. Please, please, please leave me comments and criticisms! (But if you could do me a favour and be nice, I wrote a bunch of stuff, but I have been kind of scared so this is one of the first things I have posted. Be truthful, but be nice. Thank you!)