John's P.O.V.

The shock on Sherlock's face came to me as no surprise. Black Widow poison was the perfect poison. It was hard to spot and even harder to trace. There was no other way it could've possibly entered his system than drugs, and since he has admitted to slightly overdosing on cocaine, it made since. Secretly I was disappointed in him. He had been doing so well and to see him stoop low again, was hard. I practically adored this man for no other reason than he was brilliant. He was my best friend. So I guess it just might be natural what him to do well.

"Black Widow poison is easy to slip into anything. It has no taste and no smell. You should be glad we caught it in time." I answered the question before it even came out his mouth.

He promptly closed his mouth and I noticed the door open and shut. I was Luke, coming towards me. He looked exhausted.

"Sir could you please deal with them. They refuse to listen." he panted.

"I'll get this Luke. Please replace the current IV bag with this one and then give him five millimeters of morphine. No more, no less." I pulled off my gloves, throwing them in the trash.

Luke nodded. "Yes sir," he grabbed a fresh pair of gloves and took the IV.

I slipped out and rolled my eyes at the sight of everyone arguing. Mycroft saw me and sneared. I just looked on with the patient attitude every doctor should have. Even if they were surrounded with idiots.

"John, let us in already. Why didn't you tell us that Sherlock was in the hospital? This is an outrage!" Mycroft shouted.

I turned on him. "The title is Doctor Watson and you shall address me as so while we are here. No one will be allowed in the patient's room without their permission and their doctor's. You have neither of those at this moment." I answered crossly.

"I'm a police officer, I can get a warrant." Donovan said, and Lestrade nodded in agreement.

"It's not valid as long as they patient remains in this hospital." I shot back. "Besides Mr. Holmes has no desire to see at least two of you."

Mycroft started. "Well he's my brother you have to let me in."

"As long as the patient wishes to see you, yes. I cannot and will not deny any family member from seeing a patient unless the patient does not want to see them." I held my ground in the argument.

"Would you please ask Sherlock then if he..." the older Holmes was cut off by an alarm going off.

"Code blue, code blue. All help needed in room 36, left wing. I repeat code blue." a voice came over the speakers.

I swung around, a panic stricken look coming through my eyes. I ran in to see Luke starting to set up an infibulator.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure. I was giving him the morphine when he flatlined. I'm not allowed to give CPR so I did the best I could."

"Understood. You," I said, pointing at a nurse who has just came in. "Start chest compressions. Have him take over in two minutes."

I ran out of the room, searching for emergency mouth-to-mouth piece. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy. I merely kept going searching room by room. When I finally found what I was looking for, I ran back. You couldn't see it, but the pressure of the fact my best friend could be dying was starting to get to me. I handed the mouth piece to another doctor who had came in, and shouted my orders. The heart monitor was still flatlined, and that was scaring me. I ran down to the lab and searched for the antidote to Black Widow poison. I finally found it and ran back up.

When I got back to the room they had stopped chest compressions and the heat monitor had a slow beep. Maybe seven beats a minute, but fortunately it was enough to keep him alive.

I disconnected the morphine and put in the antidote instead. Now it was just a matter of if we got to him in time or not. The room went deadly silent, as three nurses, two doctors, and Luke stood there just waiting. Sherlock took in a short, shuddering gasp, and the heartbeat increased to a much more normal rate. Everyone clapped and hugged each other, knowing that they had just saved a life. I stood there, wanting to cry. I had managed to save Sherlock this time, but could I do it again? One wrong move on my end and he could end up dead. And it would be my fault. Maybe he was right. Maybe we should just solve the case and then enjoy our last few days together.

"Doctor Watson? Are you okay sir? Do you need to sit down?" Luke was talking to me.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine just slightly shocked." I pushed his hand away and continued to stare at Sherlock, who was starting to stir. "Could everyone just leave. Please? I'll call you back, if I need you."

They all left and I sat down next to Sherlock's bed. For this moment I was John, Sherlock's best friend, not Doctor Watson. He stirred again, and I felt hot tears rolling down my checks. This was to close. Way to close. Just a few seconds later and he would've been gone. And for what? A stupid terrorist cell that had something against my best friend.

I put my head in my hands. It was my fault. I had yelled at him. I was the reason he had suddenly needed to get high. How could've I done this to him? I got up and wrote out a note, explaining where I was and why I wasn't there. Laying it on the table next to him, I left the room. I told Mycroft he could go in, and ordered Luke to watch out for Sherlock.

I left the hospital, making my way to 221B Baker Street, mainly to fetch my car. It was parked a few blocks away. I got in and turned the ignition. The next thing I knew was smoke, fire, and a giant explosion and that I most likely was never to see Sherlock or anyone else again.

Because he wasn't the only one trying to be assassinated.

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