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Chapter 7
'Yes and thank you' John said goodbye as he left Mrs Hudson's flat, he headed up stairs. Sherlock had shut John out since revealing to him that he had had an abusive childhood. John was lonely and had decided to spend time with Mrs Hudson; she was better company than sitting alone upstairs. Sherlock was seldom in the house. John would move out but he found it more comforting to stay and keep an eye on Sherlock as despite not getting along he didn't feel it right to desert Sherlock, John was loyal through and through only he couldn't work out weather that was one of his stronger qualities given the current circumstances. His heart ached for the real Sherlock to come through the doors. But he realised this was a slim possibility and didn't dwell on the thought for to long.
He washed up the dishes that had been discarded in the sink and sat down with one of his favourite crime novels, the time soon passed. It grew dark and John received a phone call he answered straight away, hoping it was
Sherlock, but he was disappointed as it was Lestrade, then John feared the worst.
'Hello Lestrade' he stuttered 'what do you want?'
'I rang to see if you've heard from Sherlock, only I've been trying to locate him all day and been unsuccessful in my attempts.'
'No I don't know where he is, sorry.' John told him, 'but have you tried his mobile.'
'Well err that's the thing I've got his mobile we found it in a bin on Oxford street.' Lestrade's tone of voice had now changed.
'What you've got Sherlock's phone well he must be in danger I'll come down and help you look for him.' John said frantically, grabbing his coat and keys.
'No you stay there in case he comes back I've got a search team looking for
him.'
'Ok, well keep me informed on your progress.' John agreed putting the phone
down.
He was so worried about Sherlock, this was so out of character for
him, mind you his behaviour in the past few weeks as a whole had been extremely out of character. John stayed up for as long as he could but he'd become so tired his eyes were closing. He concluded that going to bed would be the best option and then he would be awake enough to join the search in the morning, he glanced at the clock, it was only eleven but he couldn't stay up any longer.
Nervously, he climbed into bed and soon fell asleep.
At two am he awoke suddenly, their was an array of flashing blue lights. Fearful of Sherlock's well being, he pulled on his dressing gown and ran downstairs and outside, it was a cold night and on any other occasion he would have gone back into the warm but this was Sherlock's life that was in question, John never believed he would be thinking such a thought but here he was doing exactly that. Lestrade met him in the street, he gestured towards the end of the street 'I think we've found Sherlock' he told John '...alive' he added. 'Neighbour reported a man staggering down the street matching Sherlock's description, albeit slightly deranged, John raised an eyebrow but at this burst of good news pelted himself down the road in the direction Lestrade had pointed in, he couldn't see Sherlock but he must be down there, Lestrade wouldn't lie to him… would he?
'Sherlock, Sherlock' he yelled as he approached the figure said to be his
friend, only he paused as he got closer, knelt down in the middle of the road was a screaming Sherlock, wailing and moaning at any officer that tried to approach him, Lestrade came up behind him, panting, John must have been running for longer than he thought, but he hadn't been concentrating, he had to know Sherlock was ok.
'John I tried to stop you but you ran, Sherlock isn't his normal self, he isn't in a good way, obviously ill, I didn't want you to see him like that, that's why I hadn't woken you up, I thought I'd get you in the morning when he was in a fit state to be seen.' John's eyes grew wide with the sight of Sherlock, clearly he was in shock but Lestrade continued.
'We've called for a medical team to come and sedate him, because he keeps attacking anyone that gets close, he's violently dangerous, they'll examine him and determine what's best for him; to be honest I don't think he knows who we are or who he is.' Lestrade meant to comfort John with this information but it just went in one ear and out the other, John couldn't take anything in, just then an ambulance pulled up nearby, two paramedics climbed out and ran towards a crying Sherlock, one took out an injection and plunged it into Sherlock's skin, the other held him down, within seconds he fell silent and was then lugged into the back of an ambulance.
John felt helpless but what could he do, he looked upon the scene feeling like it wasn't happening to him but to someone else and he was on looking. John Felt his knees buckle and then he blacked out.
