Day Seventeen

I apologize if this blog takes a while to update, but I'm doing it from the hospital on my laptop and they don't have the best wireless Internet. I'm fine now, but I am also lucky to be alive. If it weren't for Greg Lestrade I'd just be a memory. I don't know how he got to me in time, but thank God he did.

So here is the story. I was walking through the hospital and I got all tangled up with this skinny blonde guy. He hit my arm a good one, or so I thought, my arm burned from the encounter. He looked me right in the eye and said,

"How can you bear working in this place when your best friend Sherlock Holmes jumped off this very roof?"

I'm sure I stammered something like "I don't know" or something but I don't remember much. What I do remember is walking around the hospital like a ghost. His words kept spinning in my head, "Sherlock Holmes jumped off this very roof." Over and over and over again. I wanted it to stop so badly. I just wanted it to stop. I started running, as if I could outrun the thought. I don't know how I made it to the roof, but I did. The world was spinning and I felt sick. I started having flashbacks to the video footage. Images of Moriarty and Sherlock. I thought of the phone call. His "note". I think I might have cried a little and I definitely screamed.

I must have staggered over to the place where he jumped, because I remember hanging over the edge to look at where he landed. I was definitely crying by then. My phone rang, like it had when Sherlock called me that day. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I let the phone ring and I stepped onto the edge. I thought if I never picked up the phone, then Sherlock couldn't commit suicide. I started to sway over the edge but I heard his voice, Sherlock's that is. He was yelling,

"No! John!"

At this point Lestrade said that I muttered, "I'm sorry." before he grabbed me by the back of my jacket and pulled me back onto the roof. He had to literally pin me to the ground to keep me from jumping, even after the phone stopped ringing. They then had to sedate me in order to get me inside.

When I woke up Greg was waiting and I was in a hospital bed. He said I had been drugged and I was lucky he was in the area and decided to come visit me and heard me screaming. At first I didn't believe his story, but how else could he have known? I checked my phone for that number, it wasn't one I recognized and no one picked up when I called.

The drugging had to be that blonde man. It couldn't have been anyone else. I want to know what the hell is going on, but for now I'm stuck in this bloody bed!

Comments:

Just concentrate on getting well. The villains of London can wait. If you're good I'll bring you by some goodies so you don't have to eat the hospital food. –Mrs. Hudson.

Thanks Mrs. H. I'd like that. –JW

Just stay away from the roof, okay mate? – Lestrade

Will do, and thanks again. –JW

Next time a stranger runs into you in an empty hallway while looking straight at you PAY ATTENTION.

Have you been watching me? Who the HELL are you? – JW

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He fingered his phone. He almost lost everything today. They almost won today. He almost let them. He was too close to make mistakes now. He could almost taste the end. He took his phone and hurled it at the wall, watching the pieces fly. He had almost been too late. They wouldn't get a second chance.

This chapter inspired by the YouTube video will you do this for me? Sherlock BBC. By KatrinDepp.