He collapsed so fast, as if someone had hit him in the back of the head an instant before. I was terrified.
"Oh God, Sherlock." I gasped, jumping out of my chair and kneeling down next to him. "Sherlock, what happened?"
His hand was covered in blood as well as his shirt. I lifted the shirt to see the wound. A bullet hit him right under the Sternum
"What happened, Sherlock?" I asked again.
I placed a hand over the wound, then shouted for Mrs. Hudson.
"Col. Sebastian Moran is dead. I've killed all of them." Sherlock responded.
"What do you mean?"
I should have been very angry at Sherlock, but I wasn't. Mrs. Hudson entered the flat.
"John, you...Oh my!" She exclaimed at the scene before her.
"Mrs. Hudson, I need you to call for an ambulance."
"No!" Sherlock shouted as best as he could, grabbing my shirt tight.
It was as if he was desperate not to go to the hospital, almost like he had given up hope.
"Sherlock, you have been shot. You need a hospital."
"I'm supposed to be dead. No hospitals."
"Then what do you want to do? Die!?" I shouted in exasperation.
"I came to you, didn't I? You're an army doctor." Sherlock stated, pointing out the obvious.
I couldn't believe what I was about to do. This was crazy, Sherlock needed a hospital, but he was being stubborn as usual.
"Mrs. Hudson, there is a large medical first aid kit on the other side of the bathroom cabinet. Please make haste in obtaining it." She scurried out of the room and I turned back to Sherlock. "Tell me from the beginning what happened."
"Moriarty threatened to kill you before he killed himself. He threatened to kill you, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson. I had to fake my death in order to protect you. While I was in hiding, I began to pick off the would be assassins. Today, I killed Sebastian Moran. He got a shot off before I could kill him though. "
"Where were you?" I questioned, not comprehending the back story to it.
"I was near chadwick. The shortest walk was twenty minutes."
"Jesus, Sherlock, you walked right past . You..."
I paused to take a deep breath. I would scold Sherlock later for his decision.
"You've lost a lot of blood." I commented
"I know." Sherlock responded.
I rolled him onto his side to see if the bullet had passed through. It had indeed, which meant that it could no longer cause any more internal bleeding. Mrs. Hudson came back with the medical supplies. I began to do my work. As I patched the wound on his back, I could hear Sherlock mutter something.
"What are you saying?" I asked, but there was no answer. "Sherlock?" I asked, rolling him over.
His eyes had fallen shut.
"Sherlock, you need to keep your eyes open!" I shouted while shaking him back into consciousness.
"John, you need to go to my flat. There is evidence there that Moriarty did actually exist. The key is in my pocket." He informed me as he began to reach for his pocket.
"No, I'll get it." I said, reaching into his left pocket. "What is the address of your flat?"
"221B Park Lane. It is across the city from here."
Of course, Sherlock would pick a 221B flat. I took Sherlock's wrist after I was finished patching the wound on his back. I was feeling for his pulse. It was there, but that could change in an instant. I had to convince him to go to the hospital.
"Don't even think about it." Sherlock stated. "Don't think about arguing with me again. I am not going to the hospital" He whispered.
"Sherlock, I don't have the correct medical supplies to take care of you adequately."
"Then do whatever is necessary, except for taking me to a hospital."
"Yes, fine, alright." I conceded to his demands.
I stood up, shifting the coffee table closer to Sherlock, so that I could prop his feet upon it. Then I proceeded to grab a blanket and wrap him in it.
"I don't need a blanket." He tried to argue.
"You will eventually." I whispered under my breath, taking his pulse one more time. "Alright Sherlock, you need to stay awake while I'm gone."
Then I turned to Mrs. Hudson.
"You need to keep him away. If you see anything change, you need to call me."
"How would I know what changes?"
"You call me about anything you think is out of the ordinary. Sherlock, stay awake, I'll be back."
With that, I ran out of 221B and hailed a taxi.