Chapter Three
As Watson bent over the terrifyingly still body of my comrade, trying to get him to hold on, I whipped out my cell phone and called an ambulance. Then I realized that Holmes and Watson would need fake names in case they were asked questions.
"Holmes, your alias will be Travis Price. Watson, you will be a Dr. Kevin Young. Any objections or changes?" Both were fine with their "names." As soon as I saw the ambulance, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I explained the situation to the paramedics, who were looking with a bewildered expression at Watson. "I'm Officer Riley Willow, this is my colleague Officer Spencer Wade. Heard a gunshot, rushed over, found him like this." I discreetly nodded to Watson, who let the paramedics take over. Then I rushed to my car and followed the ambulance.
"Sorry Holmes, Watson. But I need to know if he will be okay. Let me handle the talking, alright? Remember your aliases. So, do you think I should tell him the truth if- when- he wakes up?
"Holmes, what did you deduce about the shooter?" Watson suddenly asked, startling me and Holmes out of our thoughts. We were in Spencer's hospital room, but getting Holmes and Watson in there had required a lot of pulling strings. At least I had got them some modern clothes to wear, so they did not look like freaks.
"The shooter is about Spencer's height – 5'8"- and is left handed. That I deduced from the angle of the bullet. Unfortunately it was so dark I was unable to deduce much else."
"I saw his silhouette illuminated by a flash of lightning," I put in. "I am certain it was a man, from the broad shoulders. His profile was mostly average, but he had a sharp, defined chin. Wait, let me draw what I saw… hold on…" I fished around in my bag to pull out my small sketchpad, and quickly drew the profile in a few deft strokes. "Here, anything to add?" I showed them my drawing, and they both agreed with my sketch. I was about to say something else when Spencer stirred.
"Where…?" He noticed me, and his eyes went wide. "Riley! Wha- What 'appened? An' who are they?" He asked.
"This is what happened. I was in my office when these two showed up, must 'ave been the nearest building to shelter from the storm in. Their names are Dr. Kevin Young and Travis Price." I felt bad about lying to Spencer, but there was no choice. "They're from England, and were planning on movin' here, but a fire destroyed their homes. I offered to take 'em in, and was driving home and I got gas. I was about to leave when I heard a gunshot. You'd been shot in the back; I called an ambulance. The rest you can figure out, Spence. Do you mind if the three of us go back there?" My voice took on a steely edge. "Whoever did it will be sorry, I assure you."
He faintly nodded, obviously exhausted by the effort of speaking earlier. As Holmes, Watson, and I got up to leave the room, a nurse came in. I informed her that he had briefly woken up, and the three of us got into the car and drove back to the gas station.
A/N: Reviews are very welcome! And if anybody sees a bit of their own story in it, well, the plot has been used so much it pretty much belongs to the public domain :) And maybe it wasn't that much longer, but hey! Speed is good, right?