It's my last oneshot, I promise! I'll write my normal stories soon! But I couldn't go without writing this, if only to inform people about 'the rubber ball trick'.
"I'm a doctor, let me come through."
Sherlock recognised his friend's voice straight away, and braced himself. He had always known that this would be the hardest part.
"Let me come through, please…!"
He was getting closer, voice desperate.
"He's my friend… he's my friend, please…"
He was there. Sherlock felt him almost stumble down beside him. He would have to focus; John would be looking for any reason to believe he was still alive. He was more thankful than ever for the eyedrops and lenses that he had gotten from Molly, and hoped she was doing as he had asked now. Focussing his mind back on the matter at hand, Sherlock squeezed his arm against his side, knowing what was coming.
Sure enough, John's quickly-cooling fingers found his wrist; he must be going into shock. Especially as he had just found that his best friend in the world had no pulse, thanks to the bouncy ball he had been playing with earlier which was now squeezed tightly in his armpit.
Near him, John was being pulled up a little, but he was trying to stay, and a stretcher had arrived behind him. He wondered idly when they would discover Moriarty's body. How far away it would be at the time.
"Please, tell me he's…"
John was sinking to the floor.
I'm sorry, John. So sorry.
It was the only way it could happen.
Someone was turning him over.
I'm sorry John.
"Oh, Jesus, no… God, no…"
He was definitely in shock now.
I'm sorry John.
I'll let you punch me if I ever come back.
Repeatedly.
I'm sorry John.
He was placed on a stretcher, and he could still hear John, but could no longer tell what he was saying.
I'm sorry John.
It began to rain as he was carried in.
Pathetic fallacy.
I'm sorry John.
I'm sorry.
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