John's P.O.V.

I rushed over to the fallen detective, ignoring the rest of the room, which was covered in shattered glass and some blood. I quickly checked for a pulse, relieved when I found one. It was then, when my medical training kicked in. Dull eyes, shaky hands, pale skin. That was all part of someone who had been recently poisoned. It didn't matter what type of poison, all those symptoms were constant.

"Hold on Sherlock, I'll be right back." I told him running towards the bathroom.

I grabbed the first aid kit, which had more than the everyday version, soaked a washcloth in water and and brought the hydrogen proxcide along with a small cup. I got back down on my knees alongside Sherlock. Checking quickly for a pulse again, I called an ambulance and started to do what I could. First I wiped the wet washcloth across his face, helping cool the fever that, if not controlled, would kill him quicker than anything. Laying it on his forehead, I moved up. Opening the first aid kit, I grabbed out a special epi pen made to help slow blood flow in case of an allergy. In this case it would help the poison. I stabbed it into the side of his thigh and counted to ten before removing it. I massage the entry spot for ten more seconds before moving to the last thing to do. He was unconscious so this would be more difficult, but not impossible. I poured hydrogen peroxide into the cup, filling it about half way. Tilting his head back and opening his mouth, I poured it in, little by little. Pressing just right on his throat he swallowed. Starting to count to thirty, I ran back to the bathroom, grabbed the small white trash can, and ran back. A second after I shoved it under his mouth, he violently threw up, the peroxide bubbling. I waited two more minutes before removing the trash can.

I've done everything I can, and all I have to do now is wait. As I wait, I take Sherlock's head up in my arms and press it to my chest, whispering words to him, trying hard not to cry. I blink the tears back and take his pulse again. It was still there, but it had slowed and was getting weaker. The slowing of it was fine, that was what the epi pen was suppose to do, but it weakening concerned me. That wasn't good. It meant the poison was quickly winning, even against my efforts to help him. His forehead was soaked with sweat and the washcloth on him was no longer cool. I knew I should go rinse it out, but I was to scared to leave him there. I heard sirens, and rushed to the front door to meet the paramedics. Explaining the problem, I pointed them towards Sherlock and three of four of them rushed off to help while the other stayed behind with me.

The paramedic tried to ask me questions, but I couldn't answer. I saw them bring Sherlock out on the stretcher, and my heart nearly stopped. I fought to get in with him, fear out ruling common sense. They closed the doors and raced towards the hospital. The police officers that had came with them stayed behind, restraining me, as I watched the ambulance disappear. I turned with pleading eyes towards to the two officers.

"Please sir. I need to go. He's my best friend," I barely managed to get out, my voice shaky. "Please. I've almost lost him once already. I can't do that again."

The officer took pity on me and let go. "Take this man to the hospital. I'll stay behind and gather evidence. Go on sir. Go be with your friend."

I managed to mutter thank you, before clambering into the police car. I buckled in and prayed to the good God above that Sherlock would be okay. That no matter what happened, he would live.

At The Hospital

I knew I should've checked in before rushing through the doors that led to where patients were took who were in dire need of any antidote. So it was no surprise when people started to chase me. Swiping an access card, I slipped into a part of the hospital doctors were allowed in.

It was calm and quiet in here. The maze of tunnels and hallways were there to allow doctors to get to patients quicker. The newer doctors often got lost in here, but I knew where every hall and tunnel went. I took a left, heading back towards the chemotherapy department. Once I got there, I emerged from the hidden maze only two doors away from where I wanted to be.

"Doctor Watson! Thank goodness you're here! You're the best one we have when it comes to patients who've been poisoned. There's a man who just came in. We went to do your usual procedure, but it had already been done." a man ran up to me, concern in his voice. "We don't know how someone would have that type of knowledge though."

"Easy. I'm the one who administered the treatment to him. Where is he now? I must see him." I quickened my pace, ignoring the 'hellos' and 'good to see yous' that kept coming at me.

"Room 36, left wing. He's currently being given an anti-poison until lab reports come back. I was going to search for records on him." Luke answered, as we turned a corner.

I gave him the information I knew was wanted. "Sherlock Holmes, 38 years old, birth date is July 14, 1979, lives on 221B Baker Street, no known allergies. Now if you'll excuse me, please go see how long those lab reports will be." I said, ignoring the shocked look on his face.

"Yes sir. Right away sir." Luke ran off, and I turned to look at the door.

Straighten my coat, I pushed them open and walked in, not surprised to see them trying to hold the man down. Thrashing about would only cause the poison to spread, but at least Sherlock was alive. He saw me and calm down a tad bit.

"Sherlock, listen to me, are you feeling okay?" I whispered to him, pushing past the nurses and doctors.

"John. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Hey, it's not your fault. You're going to get over this. You will and I'll be with you the entire time." I grabbed his hand.

I turned to the others in the room. "Would you all please leave? Thank you." I said as they all filed out of the room.

"Could I sit up? All of those other bloody nurses and doctors refused to let me." he asked, and I had to chuckle. Leave it to Sherlock to be able to jump back that quickly.

I shook my head. "And I'm going to be the one who agrees with them. If you move to much, it'll allow the poison to move around quicker. In all, it's safer if you just stay where you are."

A quiet sigh escaped Sherlock. I looked at his face, and bit my lip at the sight of the rejected look on it. I moved my hand from his hand to his forehead, checking to see if his fever has broken. I sighed in relief as I felt that it had. He still had a slight one, but thankfully it wasn't as high as before. I gave him a quick hug right before Lestrade, Donovan, Anderson, and Mycroft burst in.

"John?"

"Mycroft?"

"Lestrade?"

"Anderson?"

"Donovan?"

"Sherlock?"

The names were fired off in such rapid succession by everyone, I'm not sure who said what. I saw Luke standing behind them all with a face that said, 'I tried, but they didn't listen.' He was also holding the lab report.

"Hello everyone. I'm glad you're here, but Mr. Holmes is in no state for visitors right now. So goodbye everyone." I said, pushing them all out the door.

I slammed it shut dispite their protests, and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Luke walked up, and put the report in my hands.

"I'm sorry Doctor Watson. I tried to stop them, I really did. But they all just pushed right through." he apologized.

I clapped my hand on his shoulder. "That's okay Luke. If you wouldn't mind going out there and explaining why Mr. Holmes here cannot have any visitors right now, that would be fantastic."

"Yes Doctor Watson. I will do that."

He stepped out and I could hear the shouting coming from everyone. Sherlock and I chuckled, imagining the face of them all, espically Mycroft. We continued to laugh until he started coughing. I opened the lab report and frowned, as I read the list of everything that was currently in Sherlock's bloodstream. I saw one, and I sighed. Closing the folder, in gave him a disappointed look.

"Sherlock have you been on drugs again? Don't lie, I need the honest truth." I looked the detective square in the eye.

He looks down and admits it. "Just last night. Right after I left your house I might have slightly overdosed on cocaine. I'm sorry John." the shame on his face made me unable to not forgive him.

"Normally I'd lecture you on this, but right now we need to get the cocaine out of your system before we can act on the poison. At least we know how the poison got into your system, and we finally might have a lead on that terrorist cell." I put gloves on my hands and pulled out a new IV bag with a chemical that helped flush anything that shouldn't be in your bloodstream.

"We do? How could that give us any leads?" he questioned.

"Easy," I answered. "Who was your dealer? We find him, we find the lead."

"Wait, what type of poison was in the cocaine?"

I answered with two words.

"Black Widow."

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