He takes a step into the room to see around the mess of the blanket and pillow, and looks directly into Kiara's unseeing, open eyes.
Mycroft steps back, trying to rationalize what he just saw. He blinks once, then looks towards Kiara again, then at Sherlock, then at Kiara.
Sherlock is standing fully by now, he shakes his head once, tentatively taking a step towards the bed, to test his balance, then rushing towards Kiara.
"Mycroft. Get the paramedics!" he calls out sharply, already gathering Kiara in his arms. She is just limp, her head lolling around, and Mycroft just hears a loud rushing sound.
Kiara's gone, killed by an assassin, probably Daunt. Mycroft recognizes his face from the profile they had.
Sherlock is putting Kiara on the floor, mindful of her head, catching it just before it hits the carpet. It might be soft, but still it would be bad to let her hit her head. Mycroft watches numbly as his brother quickly, efficiently, but not hurriedly checks for a pulse. It's obvious that he doesn't find one, even Mycroft could have told him that from his position two metres away from his brother, but there had been a spark of hope. Mycroft's mind is being torn in two, on the one hand being completely numb and not-thinking, on the other hand going overdrive – but he can't think of a useful thing to do. He watches his brother stroking a line between Kiara's breasts with his fingers, pressing down her shirt, but has no idea what his brother his doing.
Sherlock starts doing the compressions, breathing harshly and counting out loud, but when he reaches ten, he calls out.
"Mycroft, ambulance, now!" He doesn't stop the compressions, and starts counting again as soon as he stops talking, but he has pulled Mycroft out of his reverie. The elder Holmes can see now why Sherlock is counting out loud. It keeps most of his thoughts on the actual CPR and away from anything else.
Quickly turning around, he pulls out his phone and calls his special team of paramedics. He has two teams, well-trained, highly paid, only in the service of him and the royal family. They are used to being pulled out of sleep, used to acting quickly without asking questions, used to the threats to their existence so they won't tell anything they have seen, at all. The secret of Sherlock being alive is safe with them – they know since the incident in the basement.
Later on he will berate himself for his emotional babbling, but right now, he is happy that they understand.
"Eight minutes", they say.
"Five." is Mycroft's only answer.
When he returns to Kiara's room, Sherlock is just straightening up again, after the two resuscitating breaths.
He is already breathing heavily, a slight sheen of sweat visible on his neck, but he keeps the rhythm. There is a certain confidence in his movements and Mycroft can't help but think of how he got it. Was is with John? Or did he expect something like this?
"Check the intruder." Sherlock grinds out, a determined anger in his voice, and Mycroft is happy that it's not directed against him. Sherlock will not accept a no right now, nor will he accept the finality of Kiara's death.
Mycroft wonders whether he'll have to at a certain point. He hopes he won't have to, that the paramedics will be there, and just follows his brother's orders. Sherlock is in a better state of mind right now, as much as Mycroft dislikes it, god knows why, and he's right. Daunt waking up now could lead to a catastrophe.
Daunt's temple is bleeding sluggishly, the blood around the wound is starting to dry. There is some blood on the lamp on the floor, and he can only guess that Sherlock hit him with it in their fight. He is grateful that Sherlock's hand was the one to reach it, not Daunt.
The man is still out cold, and doesn't look like he'll wake up any time soon, but he couldn't just stay here. He could ask Thomas to – no. There are some things he needs to do himself, even if it means he can't stay.
Daunt is unsurprisingly very heavy when he drags him to the bedpost and drops him there. There should be something useful in the closet, aren't girls like that? Scarves and shawls and – there. Taking two long, sturdy looking ones that look like they have never been used, he ties Daunt to the bed and with the other one the man's legs together.
Sherlock is still doing the CPR, his breathing even more audible, but his face doesn't show the exertion. There is just determination and anger in his eyes, in the thin line of his mouth, in the lines on his forehead.
He looks up for a second but doesn't interrupt the compressions, and Mycroft nods. They don't have to worry about the intruder right now.
"Can you -" he leans down to give Kiara the resuscitating breaths, Mycroft watches her chest rise and fall, but the fact that it isn't because of her own accord turns the good thing bad. "- check for a pulse?" Sherlock continues as he starts with the compressions again. Mycroft counts with him, then reaches up and carefully presses his fingers to her neck.
He can't feel a pulse, and it's strange to touch her like this. While she is not only not aware of it, but also not feeling it at all. When it's just her shell he's touching, not her.
Sitting back he watches his brother doing the breaths. It looks like traitorous hope, seeing her chest rise and fall, looking like she is alive, if it weren't for – reaching up he closes Kiara's eyes. It feels horrible, like they have given up already, but it's better than her just staring into the air.
The paramedics obviously took his words seriously, they are there in four minutes. It takes another four minutes to get Kiara to the ambulance, and to ready the defibrillator. Kiara is still not breathing, the exact opposite to Sherlock, who is leaning against the door of the ambulance, trying to catch his breath, the sweat on his face and neck already cooling.
Mycroft stays where he is, standing behind the ambulance, so he can look directly at Kiara. Her body spasms because of the electricity. His mind is still numb.
Sooo what do you think?
By the way, this is (again) not meant in any romantic or pedophile way - when you do CPR you usually push up all clothes because it is extremely painful and harmful for the person if there's for example a bra underneath the Shirt and you use most of your weight to press down - so the bra will hurt the person.That's why Sherlock checks whether Kiara is wearing anything beneath her top, or for example a necklace, whatever.