Sherlock kept falling in and out of Conciseness, and when he awoke he was glad he was still waking but also he was starting to feel dread, something he had never felt before. he knew that the worse was still to come and that it may be too late by the time John found him.
Each time he awoke he always thought how many days had pasted, but
the cramps hadn't started yet so he knew he was still on the first or second day of the week he had left. one thing he did now is that he was getting dangerously cold and that was a danger in his self as soon he would not even be able to move and if the cold got to him first... well he didn't want to think about it, but he was determined to make sure he was still breathing when they found him, even if he died in Johns arms. that was hopefully something he wanted to avoided as he kept his promise's and been godfather to William was a promise he didn't want to break.
He didn't move for fear of fainting again but he said to the camera
' bring me paper and a pen would you?, if i am going to die here i might as well leave a note to everybody'
he heard the door open and a man he had never seen before walked into the room and dropped the pen and paper next to him.
Sherlock started to right but knew he could only do abit of a time, as even tho the poision wasn't takening affect yet, he could feel the life in him slowly ebb away and he didn't want to make it worse
'John, by the time you find this i may be already dead, so let me start with, you tryed to find me John and I know when other people would have given up trying to find me, you would have looked without anyone so thank you.
so here goes,first let me tell you what a life saver you have been to me over the years, without you wouldn't have named your son after me as i wouldn't have been here as long as i have, secondly i want to say sorry for all the times i have hurt you or any other person i known and tell molly she will be a fantastic godmother to William.
do what you want with my stuff, just don't have it lieing around the flat, get on with your lives and forget about me, but do something for me John, get Molly or Mary, when he's older, to tell William stories about me, us and the adventure's we had together as friends, brothers and tell him to follow his dreams and to never forget the crimes we solved, his father and man that had no friends to becoming a godfather to the son of my best friend, as you are John and I wish I had many more years, of crime solving, and many more years of seeing William grow up.
live your life John and don't ponder over me as I have come to
realise now that life isn't about living, its about knowing when you are gone there are people to carry on the name of you and make some good out of it, oh and one last thing john, please don't think that my final moments of my life were me being scared and alone as I have decided to let death come to me without struggle as we all know it comes to us all and when it does come to me I will be ready and go willing.
so to the best of times and John, see you on the other side in about oh 60 years'...
with the letter done he folded it up and put it in his trouser pocket and dragged himself into the corner and waited for death to come.
mean while Moriarty had been putting a dvd into the post to send to mycroft and all the while he knew he was getting closer to winning.