A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews! I promise Holmes will be fine, Watson is going to take good care of him. And I apologize if it's really cheesy. Also, it's been way to long since I updated. :(

My heart pounded within my chest as I tried very hard to collect myself. I wasted no time and started resuscitation.

"Watson?" I heard Hayes shout from behind.

He was by my side in an instant helping me; I wasn't paying attention to anything else but Holmes. It was the longest minute and 28 seconds I had ever experienced. Every second went as slow as it possibly could and it felt as though it would never stop. We did everything in our power and it didn't feel like it would work. Tears filled my eyes and I swore in my head, couldn't let him die. I wouldn't allow it. Not until we were old and spent a lifetime together. Even so, I wanted to go first. I couldn't witness his death…now or ever.

My thoughts immediately stopped when Holmes gasped for air, both Hayes and I sighed a breath of relief. He continued to take in as much oxygen as he could for some time while reality caught up with me. I held him in my arms, letting him lean against me with his head resting on my shoulder.

As his breathing calmed I looked around. Timothy and the inspectors were no longer in the yard but in the house. Soon after I realized this Timothy came out apologizing for everything. Hayes and I said that none of it was his fault, but he was still shaking like a leaf.

"How are you doing?" I whispered to Holmes.

"I've been better," he said wearily.

"Can you manage to walk?"

"In a few moments, allow me time to rest."

After a minute Holmes stood up with mine and Hayes's aid. Shortly after this the police came back out, giving word that Remington had run. My friend turned a shade paler (which did not seem very possible).

It took some time but we were able to get a fevered Holmes settled into bed with a cold cloth resting on his brow. I stayed by his side while his fever steadily rose accompanied with a cold sweat. Every few hours he would wake up, mumble something - sometimes in French - about past cases and criminals. Whenever he would do this I would say comforting words that sent him to sleep.

It was very early in the morning when Hayes came in. He asked how Holmes was and

I replied not well.

"Poor man," he said.

"Have they found Remington yet?"

"No, but they will. Just be patient." Hayes's reassurance made me smile a bit.

"Do you know how Remington managed this?" he asked.

"I know it sounds foolish, but we drank tea there."

"Well, we are British."

"Remington said he planned on killing Timothy over a meal. He must have meant afternoon tea and the seldane must have been in the milk. I don't know if he meant for this to happen, but Holmes always puts milk in his tea and he was the only one this afternoon. When he wakes up he will probably reiterate all of this...or correct me."

"I'll leave you two alone - oh and Watson," he turned around in the threshold of the door. "Don't exhaust yourself. Call on me when you start to grow tired and I'll watch Holmes."

"Thank you, but I think I will sleep here tonight."

"No you won't! You won't be any use to him if you continue like this." Here he reminded me of Mrs. Hudson when Holmes contracted influenza last winter.

"Give me another hour or so; I just want to be here in case he wakes up." That was my excuse last winter also.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." And that was what Mrs. Hudson told me.

Holmes's temperature started dropping awhile after Hayes left. It was lowering quite a bit and quickly – soon I removed the cold compress and Holmes woke up.

"What time is it?" he said, his voice hoarse.

"It's nearly 2 in the morning," I replied in a whisper.

"How long have I been sleeping?"

"About 7 hours."

"I suppose Remington still isn't found?"

"No."

Holmes sighed and closed his eyes. "This was a perfect distraction to make sure he could get away with murder. The milk was clever though, I would have never thought he would choose it."

"Elementary?"

A smile was on Holmes's lips for a fraction of a second.

"Don't give it anymore thought. Got to sleep, you need rest now more than ever."

"I am lost without my Boswell," he said, grabbing my hand before drifting back asleep.

It wasn't another 15 minutes when I started to fall asleep. I hadn't even heard Hayes come in to tell me to go to bed.

"You will wake me if anything is wrong, won't you?" I said standing up with hesitation.

"Of course."

I went to my room and didn't bother to change before falling onto the bed, and letting Morpheus take me into his arms.