A/N: Sorry for the wait i was on a vacation. Here we go. 221 words just ignore the Author's note lol.
Sherlock approached the stairs leading up to his flat, blood smeared the wall and dotted the steps. Mrs. Hudson would not appreciate that, not that it was the first time such stains soiled her carpet and wallpaper.
Lestrade ran a hand through his silver hair. " Sherlock what-"
"John came home." Sherlock closed his eyes pushing past the pounding in his own head. FOCUS!
Lestrade remained silent, following his friend past the crime scene tape.
"I-can't recall! Why can't I remember?" Sherlock swallowed, fleeting images of a limp John sized body being carried down the stairs.
"It's not about me." Sherlock stared at his own shaking hands as if searching for answers. " They had a gun to my head and could have easily killed me. I-I dared them. But-they."
"Breathe Sherlock." Lestrade steadied the swaying Detective.
"John, the gun moved in John's direction." Sherlock gasped.
OH GOD JOHN! Pulling away from Lestrade the consulting detective turned in a small circle.
Yelling, he had yelled, and his hands remembered clamping down on something wet and sticky. "John's jumper! It was soaked!" Sherlock had yelled for the first aid kit, he needed to save John.
"Is he alive?Sherlock! Is he alive?"
The pale consulting detective turned and shook his head "I dont-I don't know. I remember his body going limp and blood."