John
I was safe for the first time in over a week. The soft rumble of the engine could just be heard amid the gasping breaths of myself, Sherlock and Martini. Nobody spoke, but nobody needed to. Sherlock looked out of the back window, but no-one seemed to be pursuing us.
I was pretty sure Mycroft was breaking the speed limit, but I didn't care. As long as we got away from the gang, I was content.
After about 20 minutes, Mycroft broke the silence with his usual greeting.
"Hello again, brother dear. I'm so glad you could join me."
The silence wasn't broken again until I turned to Sherlock a few minutes later and said
"Thanks for, uh, helping me back there. I really needed it."
He made no verbal reply, but gave me a short smile before turning to look out of the window into the night.
Exhausted, I closed my eyes and slept naturally, the gentle rock of the car calming me. Soon, I would be home.
Suddenly, I was back in the compound and a man was standing above me, a needle in his hand. Ropes bound my hands and feet, the fibre digging into my skin. The cold of the floor seeping through my clothes. I writhed and struggled as hard as I could, gritting my teeth in the pain. The man leant down and plunged the needle into my neck. I cried out for help in vain. Men around me began chanting my name. John! John! John!
"John! John! Wake up!" Sherlock said, shaking me awake.
I gasped and screamed again, terrified. Sherlock released the seatbelt from around me and told me to take deep breaths and calm down. It was several minutes before I remembered that I was safe. The gang was gone. There was nobody there. Shakily, I sat up.
"John, are you okay? You were crying out." Sherlock said, looking at me.
His ice blue eyes looked into mine. They were full of concern. Glancing up, I saw that Mycroft looked the same. I nodded slowly and then turned away, ashamed of myself. Slowly, my pulse returned to normal and I dared to close my eyes once more.
When I awoke again, it was light. The sun's rays shone through the window. Only then did I realise I hadn't seen sunlight in several days.
My mind was a blur. I jumped at every noise and couldn't focus on any conversation. All I could see in my mind was the needle and Verdi's face looking down at me.
When we finally reached London, I only half noticed the crowd of journalists outside of the car. Mycroft got out first and began clearing a path through them towards the door of 221B.
Sherlock helped me out of the car and guided me through the crowd, shielding my face from the cameras with his coat.
Once the door closed behind us and I was finally safe, I slumped down against the wall and rocked as the tears rolled down my face. Mrs Hudson held my hand and eventually, I closed my eyes and lay down, taking in heavy gasps of air. The last thing I remembered was Sherlock covering me with his coat before I fell asleep on the floor.
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