After the doctors had finished they met with Lestrade who had got a team of five coppers together. They then hailed a cab to Watsons work.

"Okay so when we arrive, Watson you and me go in the room so he can't escape and then the cops follow and make the arrest, okay?" Asked Sherlock

Watson nodded.

When they arrived Sherlock and Watson went and stood outside Mr Neros office and the cops stood a bit behind. They then entered and went up to his desk. The police then entered.

"Mr Nero you are under arrest for assault and rape, you can try and say you didn't so anything but who believes a blackmailer now er days bla bla bla you get the rest. Cuff im" said Lestrade

Mr Nero pulled a gun out from behind his back and pointed it at Sherlock.

He looked at Watson and smiled.

"I told you what would happen if you told anyone"

He then fired the gun but Watson pushed Sherlock out of the way so instead of the bullet hitting Sherlocks head, it had hit Watsons chest. Lestrade then shot Mr Nero in the head killing him instantly. Watson started to collapse to the floor but Sherlock caught him yet again and lowered him to the ground. When he had placed his friend on the floor he put pressure onto his friends wound to stop the bleeding making him gasp in pain. Blood was coming out of Watsons mouth so sherlock layed him agaist his chest so he didn't choke. He put pressure on the wound again but this time Watson didn't make a sound which was worrying.

"Lestrade where's the ambulance?"

"It's almost here"

"Hang in there Watson"

"It's hit n artery" said Watson

"I don't care, you haven't gone through all of that suffering to die now, the ambulance is almost here so you better hang on"

"Love ya" he said and the submerged into the darkness of unconsciousness

"No Watson stay awake, dam it"

He put his fingers to Watsons neck to find a weak pulse, but it was still there. Three paramedics then entered the room and moved Watson to a carriage to go to the hospital. Once he was comfortably inside Sherlock jumped in and sat opposite his friend and held his hand. They were on the road for about five minutes and then they pulled into the hospital. Watson was carried behind some doors and Sherlock was forced to wait. He was left worrying and praying for three hours and then a doctor emerged from where Watson was carried off to and came over to him.

"Are you Mr holmes?"

"Yes"

"I'm Dr Matthewson"

"Nice to meet you, is he okay doc?"

"He's alive but I wouldn't say okay. He has five broken ribs, four cracked and most of them are bruised. He has six gashes in his back but they have been sewn up already and cleaned by you I'm guessing. His torso is covered in bruises and cuts. He has scars from being whipped so I'm guessing it's been going on for a while. He has a minor concussion but he should be fine. He has a broken arm thats partly healed. He also had a partly healed stab wound over an old bullet wound which is what causes his limp which I'm sure your aware of so he's very lucky that he's still only got a limp and not something more serious. He has also been raped, repeatedly by the looks of things but luckily he didn't catch any STDs. Lastly is the bullet wound. It hit an artery but we were able to fix it in surgery and he is now having a blood transfusion. So all in all he is very lucky to be alive and with the right care he should make a full recovery"

"That's great news doc, can I see him?"

"Yes, will you be staying overnight with him"

"Yes if that's alright"

"it's absolutely fine my boy"

"Good"

"Now if you will follow me"

"Of course"

The was then led to Watsons room. He was laying motionless in the bed. He went and sat down next to his friend and held his hand.

"Your okay now Watson, he's dead so he can't hurt you anymore" said Sherlock as tears fell down his face. He wiped them away and sat waiting for his friend to awaken

Sherlock sat next to Watsons bed for two days straight, only leaving to go to the bathroom. He was starting to worry as his friend should have woken up by now. Sherlock was about to go and get a doctor to ask about Watsons unconsciousness but was stopped when he felt his hand move in his own.

"Watson"

Watsons eyes then slowly opened and focused on Sherlock. He smiled at his friend and then gave him a hug, minding his injuries.

"Sherlock are you okay?"

"I thought you were never gonna wake up"

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days, almost three"

"That's not that long"

"I know but your my best friend so those two days have been like torture to me because even the doctor said there was a possibility of you not waking up" he said and Watson could see tears coming to his eyes

"Hey it's okay, I'm okay look at me I'm fine"

Sherlock then released his friend and stood up straight.

"Thanks Watson, I'm going to get a doctor for some morphine I shall be back shortly" he said and then walked out the door

He saw Mr Matthewson down the corridor so he went over to him.

"Doc"

"Ah Mr Holmes what can I do you for?"

"Watsons woken up"

"Thats great news, I will come and check on him"

"Thank you, could you bring some morphine with you as he's in quite a bit of pain?"

"Of course I was expecting him to be"

They then walked back down the corridor and into Watsons room to find him asleep.

"It's a shame we have to wake him, he looks so peaceful"

"I agree but I need to change his bandages so we must"

Sherlock nodded and went over to his friend and shook him gently.

"Watson my dear friend do wake up"

"Sherlock"

"I'm sorry to wake you old boy but the doctor needs to change your bandages"

"Okay" he said

He tried to sit up but was in to much pain so Sherlock helped him and stacked a few more pillows behind his back.

"Thanks Holmes"

"No problem my friend"

The doctor then changed his bandages and was happy to find no infections. Watson then fell asleep.

"When can he go home doc?" Sherlock asked as he ran his hand through his friends brown, fluffy hair

"Maybe in two or three days if he has someone to look after him" the doc replied

"We rent an apartment together"

"Ah splendid and you will be there often to take care of him"

"I will be there 24/7 doc"

"Okay then that sounds great but do try to get some sleep okay"

"Will do doc" he lied

The doctor then left and Watson woke up.

"When m I loud ome?" he said in a sleepy voice

Sherlock chuckled at how his friend sounded.

"Two or three days and then I've got to take care of you"

"Great" he said and then yawned

"Go to sleep my friend"

Watson nodded and was almost instantly asleep. Sherlock saw goose bumps on his skin so he pulled the blanket up over his friend so he was warmer.

Watson spent two more days in the hospital and was then allowed to return home. Sherlock called them a hansom and helped his friend into it and then got in himself. When they arrived at Baker Street Mrs Hudson was there and welcomed them back. She had also make them a lovely lunch which they thanked her for. They sat by the fire for the rest of the day talking and sleeping (only Watson actually slept of course). At 9:30pm Sherlock noticed that his friend had become quieter and he decided to ask him what was wrong.

"Watson?"

"Yes Holmes"

"Are you okay"

"I'm fine"

"Come on we both know that's a lie, what's wrong"

Watson bowed his head.

"It's just that I came so close to losing you and it was all my fault" he said and Sherlock saw a tear fall out of his eye and onto his pants

Sherlock pulled his friend into a hug that he desperately needed and held him as he cryed.

"How close you came to losing me eh what about how close I came to losing you?"

"It doesn't matter"

"It matters to me more than anything okay"

Watson nodded.

"Promise me you will tell me if anything like this ever happens again"

"But what if they say they will kill you again if I tell you"

"I don't care, promise me"

He relaxed more into Sherlocks embrace.

"I promise"

"Good"

Sherlock then held his friend tighter and kissed him on the top of his head. By 10pm they were both asleep with Sherlock still holding his friend.

Finished