Blonde ambition
Joan ran. It was the one thing she could do where she was totally alone with her thoughts. She loved Kitty and Marcus dearly but at the moment she wished she had Clyde's ability to pull into his shell and not come out until she knew what to do. Sneakers pounded sidewalk as she dodged those unfortunate enough to get in her path. Stopping she dug her now ringing cell phone out of her body warmer.
"Watson." She paused. "Where is he?" She gasped for breath as she listened to the woman on the other end of the phone. The message was short and to the point. Sherlock was at the Emergency Department of the City General hospital.
"Why? Why do this?" She gasped as she turned in a circle; fully aware that Moriarty could be watching her. Her stomach tightened at the thought.
"Of course you would ask that." Moriarty sat in her car as she spoke to Joan. "Isn't that what you always ask? It's the doctor in you. The scientist. Admirable quality."
"The last thing I want is your admiration."
"Now, my dear. There is no need for that attitude. Call the hospital if you don't believe me. I did consider giving them the wrong name but Arthur Doyle seemed unsuitable for him. I have work to do. Mustn't chat for too long. Oh, Joan?"
"What?"
"He's dying. Sorry but you don't work without him. He does however become more galvanised by your absence."
"You evil bitch."
"Hardly, I'm giving you the opportunity to say goodbye. I could have left his dead body where he was. Now. I have to go." She ended the call as the bank at the end of the street exploded. Joan fell backwards. She had to get to Sherlock. Grabbing her phone she called in the explosion before running towards the hospital.
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"Adult male, found on the ambulance bay outside the ER." The nurse explained as she covered Sherlock's face with an oxygen mask. The doctor checked his pulse.
"Weak and thready."
"Yeah." The Scottish nurse nodded. The physician was a jerk in her eyes. "Also track marks on the left anterior antecubital fossa. Narcan?"
"800mics Narcan. Stat."
"No one actually says STAT. You know that, right?" She mumbled as she prepared the IV medication.
"Deanna?"
"Yes Doctor." She injected her patient, pleased when an increase in her patient's breathing rate showed the drug was working.
"Ok, start a Narcan infusion, get some routine bloods and a toxscreen."
"Done." Deanna smiled. "IV normal saline along with gelifusin? He's dry as a crisp."
"Excellent suggestion." The doctor grabbed the prescription chart - writing down the medications the nurse had 'helpfully suggested' before leaving the room. Deanna turned back to her patient, sighing heavily.
"Mr Tattooed man, someone has to be missing you. Someone somewhere has to think you are worth more than the crap you put in your veins. Cmon, fight this. Wake up and tell us your story." She connected the fluids to the IV line before sitting at the end of the bed to write her notes.
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A/N more soon - will Joan find him? Has Moriarty got away with it and has the explosion at the bank got anything to do with her? Please review