A/N: MY DEAR READERS HOW I HAVE NEGLECTED YOU SO. This story, untouched, for FOUR MONTHS. My god. I am a horrible author XD I have been distracted into other fandoms. BUT here is Chapter 3, in all of its glory. At long last! Yell at me all you must.

At first, all I did was stare in astonishment. Holmes was so pale and it looked like he had lost a lot of blood. I took his sinewy wrist and found a pulse. It was weak, but there. He wasn't dead. Lestrade was wrong. Holmes shifted a bit, and his eyes opened, though with some effort. He looked around, and then focused on me. Despite his dazed state, the recognition was instant.

"W-Watson? Is it truly you?"

"Holmes! Good God, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" He tried to sit up, but couldn't manage. Hating to see him struggle, I pulled him up into a sitting position.

"Von Sagewood, it was all him! The killings, the disappearances…" Holmes struggled to explain. I cut him off gently.

"Holmes, you are in a horrible condition to be trying to recall this. I promise I will contact Lestrade as soon as-"

"Watson, he tortured us! The others, I fear dead, but their screams will haunt me…" Holmes looked off into the distance, a pained and hollow expression on his face.

"Can you stand?" I broke into his thoughts.

"I don't know." He coughed into his hand, and pulled it away quickly. From the small instant I saw it, I could see something red and thick glistened in the dim light of the lantern.

"Watson, it was all right in front of me! I do not understand how I could have missed this! I could have prevented these murders, Watson!" He coughed up more blood. The situation was becoming direr by the second.

"Don't worry about that now. We need to get you out of here and you need medical attention!"

"I—"

"Please don't speak anymore, you need to save energy. Can you stand?" I repeated. He nodded weakly. I helped him up with some effort, and we slowly made for the door. It seemed luck was on my side again, as it was late by the time we were out of that dreadful warehouse, and there was no one to gawk at our slow procession back to the inn. As we neared the door, Holmes spoke again.

"Watson… I- I'm sorry you had to go through this… I am not that important-" I gently cut him off.
"Holmes, you are my best friend," And now delusional, I thought, " and have gotten me out of more horrid situations than I would like to recall. Besides, I have no family left now that Mary is gone – Well besides you."

"I am family?" He said distantly.

"Yes, Holmes, family. We may not be brothers in blood, but we are in blood." He smiled and we made our way up to my rooms. The settee would do for a bed until I could catch a train back to London. Remembering Lestrade's wish, as soon as Holmes was tended to and asleep, I sat at the desk to write a telegram to Lestrade.

Lestrade,

Holmes alive, though injured. Will catch next train to London, where he can tell you the details. I believe he has solved the case.

-Watson

Take that, Lestrade, I thought as I headed for my own bed.

A/N again: The reason why this is so late is because the rough draft was actually written a while ago, and it was SO SLASHY. IT HURT TO READ. And by that I mean it was bromancy too much that EVERYONE WOULD TAKE IT AS SLASH. I attempted to revise it many times, but gave up. ARRGGH. But here it is! Still bromantic, but not to the extreme! Also: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is now up there in my favorite stories, and *otherwise (on deviantart)'s version of them is simply AMAZING. I am thinking of a crossover! After all, they were both set in the late 1880's, I believe. Long A/N is long, read and review. SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT, AGAIN OAO..

P.S. Sequel yes/no? TELL ME IN YOUR REVIEW! A sequel would be actually delving into the case.