Chapter 2: Begins where Chapter 1 left off. Holmes and Watson are still on the train, Holmes is badly injured, will they make it to Baker Street in time to save him?

Watson's P.O.V:

I looked down at Holmes; it was a struggle trying to keep him conscious while I tried to go over the full extent of his injuries. There was the bullet wound to the shoulder, a broken nose, and a long deep knife wound going from his upper right ribcage to his left hip. I tried to staunch the profuse bleeding, but he was loosing it quickly regardless of my efforts. I just prayed that the train would reach the station soon. The door connecting to the rest of the train was locked, but someone would have had to have heard the gunshot, hopefully help would be here soon. The air was getting cold, and I could see my breath before my face. Sweat was gathering on Holmes's forehead and he was shivering badly. I gently laid him back on the ground, removed my coat and then placed it around him.

I continued to hold my friend. The extra warmth from my coat appeared to be helping a little bit, but I could still literally see the colour draining from his face. He shivered violently, and I held him tighter refusing to let go of him. His eyes fluttered closed briefly.

"Come on Holmes you've got to stay awake, we'll be there soon." I said stroking his forehead, and trying to remain calm.

" I'm sorry Watson." Holmes said slowly his voice filled with pain and anguish.

"Sorry about what?" I asked

" I'm sorry if this is painful or hurtful to you Watson, because I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you. And I'm sorry for all the trouble I am causing you, you ought to just leave me here." His voice trailed off in a fit of coughs, and I was worried that the blood loss was affecting his mind.

" Holmes I would never abandon you, you know that. Now, we are going to get out of this together." I said trying to stop my voice from wavering.

We sat in silence for several minutes. Minutes, that were filled with anticipation, concern, and pain. I still to this day remember the sound of the brakes of the train activating, followed by the quieter sound of a door being unlocked. I glanced up and too my immense relief saw a man standing in the doorway, I recognized instantly that he worked on the train. Relief washed over me as I picked up my friend and shuffled over towards the door. We were one step closer to Baker Street. Hopefully our luck will continue.

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