"What is it Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock half shouted finally answering his phone after the third time his landlady had called his cell.
"SHERLOCK! Oh my god I don't know what to do I heard an explosion upstairs and I think I smell a fire. I already called the fire department but I was pretty sure I heard John come home but he hasn't come down stairs yet. Sherlock I'm not strong enough to try and go in there and find him. Where are you Sherlock!" The poor woman practically said in one breath breaking down into tears when she finished.
"Mrs. Hudson I'm on my way." Sherlock replied immediately, then remembering the large beaker of SO3 he had created and the container of NaK he had just received that day he added, "Inform the fire department that it may be a chemical fire. Do not allow them to use water on the flat Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock emphasized the last part ensuring that she understood him through her panic. Sherlock thanked his luck that he was already so close to the house.
After slamming the door shut in the taxi he had hailed Sherlock practically shouted at the man "221B Baker street if you get me there in under eight minutes I will double your pay."
"Yes Sir," The man replied with a smile proceeding to break most traffic laws along the way.
Sherlock was already ignoring him pulling out his cell phone to text Mycroft.
Explosion at the flat John may be injured insure that he will have the best care possible when he arrives at hospital, possible chemical burns – SH
Sherlock proceeded to glare at his cell phone for the entire minute it took for his brother to respond.
I do have other obligations other than cleaning up your messes dear brother – MH
MYCROFT! – SH
Sherlock angrily jammed his response into the keypad of his offending cellphone.
Do not get emotional Sherlock, I will ensure that the appropriate personnel are awaiting his arrival at St Bartholomew's Hospital. -MH
After ensuring that his brother would help his friend Sherlock attempted to call John on his cell phone but got no reply. Angrily Sherlock shut his phone He fidgeted anxiously in the back of the cab as it continued to careen through London speeding toward his possibly injured flat mate and only friend.
The vehicle hardly came to a complete stop before Sherlock was jumping out the door throwing and handful of cash at the driver. Mrs. Hudson was standing anxiously at the foot of the stairs and Sherlock could hear the fire department rounding the corner behind him.
"Has he come down stairs yet!" Sherlock shouted at Mrs Hudson as he ran up to her.
"No not yet, Sherlock its been almost ten minutes." She sobbed.
"I will get him Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock shouted over his shoulder as he sprinted up the stairs towards his and Johns apartment.
As Sherlock burst through the front door covering his mouth with his scarf unsure of what kind of fire he would find. He was happy to see that the fire was not that large but he also noticed his friends jacket laying across the back of his chair.
"JOHN!" He bellowed as he moved towards the kitchen where the smoke seemed to be coming from. When he saw the undamaged beaker of SO3 still siting on the mantle he let out an audible sigh of relief there were no toxic gases, but why was John not replying then? As he rounded the corner to the kitchen he felt as though his insides were placed in a vice. Beneath the kitchen table John was clearly unconscious with a large pool of blood ballooning out from his head. The table above him was on fire as well as some of the cabinets and the takeout menus attached to the fridge. After taking in the scene Sherlock had a pretty good understanding of what had occurred. He moved quickly to grab John and move him out from underneath the burning kitchen table. Once he had John out into the living room he began to search for the head wound, which was to blame for the large amount of blood on the floor. He found a large triangle shaped gash on the back of the skull. Quickly he removed his scarf pressing it to the injury to reduce the bleeding. Sherlock could not keep his mind from listing all the possible fatal complications that could result from head trauma. He could hear the firefighters finally barreling up the stairs.
"The fire isn't that large are the EMTs here yet?" Sherlock shouted at the men as he entered the flat.
"I'm right here," the EMT shouted pushing past the two firemen once he saw the living room was clear his partner following shortly after with the stretcher.
"We heard this was a chemical fire do you know what chemical?" One of the firemen asked moving to take a look at the kitchen but hesitating to take action until he knew what chemical he was dealing with.
"It was started with potassium and water. The containers on the table mostly contain metal bisulfate's and acids." Sherlock quickly explained as he moved out of the way so that the two paramedics could begin to take care of John.
With a nod the fireman grabbed one of the tanks they had brought up with them and began to spray dense foam on the fire in the kitchen. It only took a short amount of time before all of the fires were out. Sherlock hardly noticed though, his attention was completely focused on the actions of the two EMTs as one ensured that John was still breathing then checked for additional injuries as the other applied a bandage to Johns head wound.
"Alright he's stable lets get him down to the truck" The medic who had been checking John over stated. "Are you riding with him to hospital?" He then asked Sherlock as he hoisted his side of the stretcher.
"Yes." Sherlock replied without thinking following the two men out of the flat.
Umm not sure if there is interest for this to continue but I will try to have the next couple of chapters up within a couple of days. Please let me know what you think. It was so much less stressful as a lurker on this site lol ^_^