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Author's note: I'm not entirely sure if I want to make this a very long fic. I may just take it one chapter at a time. If you have any ideas\ suggestions, please leave a review or PM me. Happy Reading.
Watson Down chapter 2
Sherlock POV
A loud pop and glass shattering all around us shook me out of my thoughts. Instinctively, I push Watson to the floor. Covering her body with mine, I shout to her, "Don't move!"
Just as quickly as it begun the firing stopped. I raised my head a little to see who had made it out alive. Officers lay dead all around us. How was it we were the only ones to not get shot? Looking down at Watson, I mentally went over the check list in my head, asking her if she was okay once I was convinced she was only in shock and would be fine, I began to check myself. Shallow cuts and a possible concussion, I will live. I ran my hands down my chest and stomach and felt something wet. Looking down, I see a large pool of blood soaking the front of my sweater. I run my fingers under the red material and feel dry skin. What? My mind is running a mile a minute then it hits me!
Watson's been shot!
As fast as lighting I turn back to her and tear open the front of her blouse. My eyes are met with an angry red liquid pooling from her stomach. I mentally slap the part of my brain that is calculating the slim chance of her survival. I feel myself begin to panic when she stops complaining about the pain and her eyes roll back in her head.
"No no no no!" I all but scream, "Watson, no please, no… Joan my dear, dear Joan, you have to wake up. "You have to fight." "Watson you can't leave me. I…Joan I love you."
I'm not sure how long I sat their willing the life to stay in her, begging her to stay with me. It felt like hours. The next thing I know the paramedics are pushing me out of the way. I try to fight them, to let me stay by her side, Gregson finally pushes me against one of the walls that is still standing in the house. He yells in my face, "Sherlock, I know you're scared for her but you must let the paramedics do their job!" "They are trying to save her!" I look over his shoulder to see the two paramedic putting shock paddles on her chest. One, two, three, CLEAR…..nothing. One, two, three, CLEAR…. nothing. I want so much to run, escape this hell of situation, to wake up and discover this was a dream… But I can't. I'm condemned to sit here broken, and watch the life drain out of the women I have come to love so much.
It takes a total of 7 minutes for Watson's heart to start beating again. They load her into the ambulance and take her to NY General. I can't help but pace the waiting room. I vaguely remember Gregson trying to calm me down. But I tuned him out only wanting to hear from one person, the doctor. Every time the door opens I'm looking for him. Calculating how long the surgery would last, with or with out compilations. Then how long for the doctor to get washed up and finalize any results. Then the time required walking to the waiting room.
Finally the gray-haired doctor walked through the door and up to me and Gregson. The doctor had a grim look on his face and there were tight lines around his mouth and a crease between his eyebrows. "Mr. Holmes why don't you have a seat, I'm afraid I have some bad news…
Chapter 3 up soon I promise. Please review; let me know how I'm doing.
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