A/N: The second part. I decided to post in on the same day. I think this might be the end or maybe I'll come up with a hospital scene.
Also I suppose Mycroft might be considered OOC here but since we've never seen him in such a situation it'd be hard to predict his reaction.
His vision blurred, hands shook and whole body trembled; every sound too loud – urgent voices of medical students and the beeping of a heart monitor. Hope was the only thing keeping him sane. Right up to the moment when Gregory flat lined.
The van shook and Mycroft almost fell when he stood up sharply. A hand across his chest shoved him back into his seat and some girl, a young doctor, asked him to stay away as he colleagues attempted to revive Gregory.
Mycroft tasted salt of his own tears as they slid down his cheeks and copper of blood where he bit his lip. His vision was solely focused on Gregory's face; skin was sickly pale and eyes closed. This was one thing that distracted him from the fact that Gregory's heart had stopped beating seconds before.
On a verge of hyperventilating Mycroft reached tentatively, careful not to get in the way of doctors trying to revive his lover, he reached out to grasp the man's hand. Cold and unresponsive, it still grounded him, kept focused on the moment and did not let his mind dive into panic. It was a terrifying moment while he waited and the young doctors tried and tried to save their patient.
Mycroft gasped in silent relief when Gregory finally took in a ragged breath.