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Chapter 4
Sherlock stood there, unable to move, unable to speak, as he watched John stand on the ledge. He heard John take a deep breath. He couldn't stand it!
"I can't do it." came words from across the roof. John stepped down from his perch and gaze out at the cityscape.
At seeing John step down Sherlock sank to his knees in gratitude. They both stayed there for a few minutes. Sherlock then stood up and started to walk over to John who was still dangerously close to the edge of the building. John turned:
"Sh-Sh-Sherlock!" John managed before he staggered backwards, his eyes rolling back in his head before he toppled over the edge of the building.
"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed, running over to the edge of the building and flinging himself off the edge in a dive. He rushed towards the pavement, catching up with John. He flung one of his arms around the doctor trying to protect him from the impact with the trampoline. He heard screams as they plummeted towards the pavement.
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Greg paced back and forth at the bottom of the building. John was still standing near the edge, and Sherlock had just run into Barts.
Greg had spoken to the fire department of the injuries that could be sustained by landing into the net. They had said that it just depended on the way the person jumped, and how they landed. If they landed just right they could get away with a minor injury like a broken finger or no injury at all, but if they landed any other way they could get a broken arm or leg, or even a minor head injury. Oh, god he thought as he went over the various scenarios in his head, from John to getting up out of the trampoline unharmed, to John sitting in a hospital for a few days. He just hoped that Sherlock was able to stop him before- god; he knew that John wouldn't die, but it was still very stressful. He was just glad Donovan and Anderson weren't here. He would be getting so much crap at the moment if they were. He kept pacing for about a minute, what was taking Sherlock so long! He heard someone gasp and he looked to the top of the building. John stepped up onto the edge and seemed to be saying something that none of them could hear. He stood there for a few seconds, getting ready to jump. Please don't, Greg begged in his head. God please!
John stepped back down apparently unable to bring himself to jump. Greg let out a sigh of relief. John was safe. He stood there for a while before he took a step back away from the ledge and turned. Greg was just about to walk away when he heard someone scream. He whipped back around to see John topple over the edge of the building; closely followed by Sherlock screaming his name and taking a headfirst dive off of the building after him.
Greg clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from yelling out. He saw Sherlock catch up to John and wrap an arm around the doctor flinging the other out behind him as they hit the trampoline. He heard Sherlock yell before he slumped, unconscious, against the trampoline with John still wrapped in one of his arms.
Greg ran over to the men as they lowered the trampoline to reveal both men unconscious. They took John off of Sherlock and put him into an ambulance first. Greg made his way to Sherlock, who was still lying unconscious on the ground, with his arm bent at an awkward angle behind him. That had to be painful.
Greg rushed over to the ambulance just as they were loading Sherlock into the it. He went over to the medical personnel to make sure that John and Sherlock were taken to the same hospital and the same room. When the man inquired why Greg was stuck with a problem. What should he say?
"Because-"hmmm what was a good enough reason? God they were both going to kill him for this, "Because they'reā¦together."
The man nodded knowingly and drove off to the hospital, lights going, and sirens blaring, as it rushed down the street.
Greg hopped into his squad car and followed after the ambulance. When they unloaded the two men, he was greeted by the sight of a man standing at the entrance in a three piece suit, watching them unload Sherlock.
Greg walked up to the man and stood next to him.
"I always knew he cared for John, but never did I think enough to fling himself off of a building because of it." Mycroft Holmes said when Greg stood next to him.
"Wait- how did you know he dove? - Never mind. Shall we go in?"
"We might as well it does us no good standing out here."
The two men followed in the wake of John and Sherlock following them to their room, but before they could follow the doctors all the way there they were stopped by some medical people. Greg pulled out his badge and flashed it while Mycroft flashed something similar and they were let through.
"What was that you showed them?" Greg asked while they walked in the wake of the doctors.
"Just my governmental ID."
"Well, I guess that would have them running to please you."
Mycroft did not seem amused so Greg did not bother to say anything further until they reached the room where John lay, still unconscious. Mycroft walked up to the doctor that was looking over John and asked about his injuries.
"Well, it seems that he just fainted. He will be ok and ready for release when he wakes. It seems that the other man that they brought in had taken most of the damage."
"And what might those injuries be?" Mycroft asked in his normal pompous way.
"Well, from what we have seen so far, he has sustained no head injuries, minor or major, so his unconsciousness was caused by severe pain, most likely the breaking of his arm. The bones in that arm will have to be reset so he will probably need some pain medication-"
"NO," Mycroft exclaimed, "No pain medication, whatsoever."
Greg looked to Mycroft in confusion; did he want to cause his brother so much pain?
"And why not?" the doctor asked sounding somewhat offended.
"Because," Mycroft started in a condescending tone, "He used to be an addict."
Oh, he almost forgot, that made much more sense than Mycroft just wanting to cause Sherlock pain. Greg walked over to John's bed and sat down beside it while he left Mycroft to argue with the doctor. He looked over to the adjoining bed, the curtain was closed and he could hear voices conversing quietly behind it; probably trying to figure out the best way to reset Sherlock's bones without the pain medication. He looked back to John; if he had just fainted he should be waking up any minute now.
Slowly, ever so slowly, John began to stir, and as Greg watched his eyes slowly fluttered open.
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