Thanks for all the lovely reviews, I never imagined that I would get so many! Buzzygrl07 - Here is your answer to where Mycroft has been. I may have a future fic in me with more about why he is staying away. If that is something you/other awesome reviewers would be interested in. :) Dawnfire11 - It is so encouraging getting a new reviewer! Thank you so much! Prothoe - I always look forward to your feedback. I wasn't planning much recovery/hospital detail but I'm going to add some extra next chapter just for you!

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Chapter 7

"Sherlock!" Sally screamed again, trying to shake him slightly, only succeeding to elicit a pained breath sound... He was breathing still that was good right? She lowered her head and listened to him breathing. It was irregular and choppy but auto pilot would keep he alive for a little longer. All of her training screamed at her to keep calm in situations like this. So, 'breath' she thought to herself. Medically there wasn't much she could do. She tilted his chin up slightly and made sure he couldn't choke on his own tongue. It seemed to help a little. "HELP" Sally yelled. "Please, is anyone up there?" Come on, keep breathing freak. "HELP!"

She heard someone shuffling above them. Then a heavy door slamming shut. What?

Quiet voices and quick footsteps followed.

"Hello?" A voice shouted.

"Oh my God" Sally mumbled to herself. Was she dreaming, or was she dying too? "Yes hello! We're down here!

She could hear more muddled voices and soon, two grubby faces were looking down at her. "Donovan? Are you Detective Sargent Sally Donovan?"

"Yeah!"

"It's them! We did it, we have!" A voice exclaimed happily.

"Please hurry, Sherlock is hurt!" Sally called up.

"Hang on love, help is on the way!"

Within 10 minutes she could hear the sounds of rescue. Four men were lowered down to retrieve Sally and Sherlock. Sherlock on a gurney and Sally harnessed to her rescuer. Paramedics were fussing over him and Sally was left sitting with a blanked draped over her shoulders.

"When did he pass out?" Sally nearly jumped out or her skin when a paramedic approached her to ask some questions, shouting over the sound of the helicopter above them.

"Ummm..." Sally continued flustered. "About 15 minutes ago, I... I think?!"

"It's okay. We have him now. Hold tight, I'll be right back with you." She ran back over to Sherlock and talked to the other paramedics for a bit before returning to Sally. "Are you hurt at all?"

"Just a bump on the head, I'm okay. Please just help him!" Sally couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after everything they had been through.

"He's in good hands... It's just, if you're injured you'd have to ride with us to the hospital." She looked as Sally knowingly.

Sally finally got it. "Oh yes! Bad bump on the head from the fall." She replied, making a face and grimacing a little.

"Alright, come on!" She smiled and lead Sally into the belly of the helicopter. "Sit here, try not move or freak out or anything okay?"

"Yeah." And with that Sally watched her trot back to Sherlock's side. The two men who had found her peered into the helicopter from a distance. She waved, and they shyly waved back before wandering off. They loaded the gurney past her and she caught a glimpse of Sherlock's face. In the bright light he looked even more like a ghost.

"His stats are falling! BP down, suspected traumatic pneumothorax on his left side... Let's get that chest tube in" Another one shouted. Sally watched the paramedics working quickly. "Get that oxygen over here!" Soon, they had done all they could do to help him and the ride was quiet and tense the rest of the flight. Sally tried to keep it together but seeing Sherlock like that, that broken and fragile made her shiver. He was a porcelain doll instead of the cold, heartless stone she used to imagine him as. The angry bruise on his side had spread to cover most of his left side now. Sally couldn't help but think that there was something else she could have done.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the paramedic who had spoken to her earlier. "How about I take a look at that bump on your head?" Sally nodded. "Here, let's trade spots so I can see it a bit better." She stood, crouched over, passed Sally and waiting for her so scoot over, closer to Sherlock. "My name is Pam by the way Sally. If you are experiencing any other discomfort let me know, okay?" Sally nodded again mindlessly, staring at him while Pam gently explored Sally's head wound. "A couple of stitches and you'll be just fine Sally!" She reported cheerily. "Sally?" She said again and Sally looked at her this time. "We're doing everything we can okay? There is a good chance he'll pull right out of this."

"Thanks Pam" Sally finally spoke. It did make her feel a little better. "Come on Freak." She whispered and slid her hand into his.

It was a quiet reunion with John and Lestrade ending with Sally sitting in the waiting room, numbly. The last 45 minutes were the craziest blur of her life. Sherlock was in surgery already to repair his damaged lung. He was on a steady stream of oxygen but doctors wouldn't know if he had sustained any long term side effects until he woke up.

A doctor walked out and told her, John and Lestrade that he suffered from severe traumatic pneumothorax and that two out of his four broken ribs had punctured his lung. "We had to perform a thoracotomy to be able to repair all the small tears." John nodded knowingly and the doctor continued. "Deviation of his trachea, a shift in the mediastinum, depression of the hemi-diaphragm, everything in there shifted even obstructing the venous return to his heart."

Sally watched John's head fall into his hands as he sat.

"I'll keep you updated."

"Thanks Doc" Lestrade nodded his thanks and sat between John and Sally. "Shit." He sighed, leaning back.

John's phone vibrated again and he swore under his breath. "Mycroft" he confirmed to Lestrade and Sally. "The bastard wants an update every two minutes but can't even show up for his own bloody brother." He read the text.

"I assure you that Sherlock is in good hands. I sent the very best surgeon." -MH

"Why the hell aren't you here Mycroft?

"It is not safe for me to be there now Doctor Watson. I trust you'll keep me informed." -MH

John scoffed and tucked his phone back into his coat pocket. "The Holmes boys will be the death of me. Mycroft seems to be in some sort of trouble in the states. The homeless network came through before his own sodding brother!"

John was worried, he always got angry when he was worried and couldn't do anything. All they could do now was wait, and it was killing all of them.

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Please review!

So, I wrote and rewrote this chapter like five times. I know is seems choppy but in my mind, that is how the day/craziness would feel like to Sally. Hopefully you don't hate it too much! Also, I'm no doctor so forgive any medical jargon that doesn't make sense.

I'm in the process of brainstorming with 'It's-Somebody' on a new story so, that's exciting and I'll post more about that soon!