John's P.O.V.
My head's pounding, and all I can smell is smoke. I try to open my eyes, to find that it just makes my head hurt worse. I close them and lean back. I hear someone shouting my name. I try to look around again. The world is a blur. I'm moving. Someone's asking me questions. I can't say anything. I feel like I'm sinking. The next thing I know I'm in a deep pit of unconsciousness.
I'm barely able to make out anything. I hear faint beeping and someone breathing. Whoever is sitting next to me doesn't know yet that I'm awake. That's okay though because I don't think can stay awake much longer. He looks over and sees me drifting back off. He says my name and shakes me. I wish he would stop. It was all so painful. I just want him to stop.
I'm awake again. This time the person next to me notices instantly. He shouts my name. Or at least I thinks it's my name. My body is on fire. Fire. That reminds me of something. Something that I had warn someone about. Someone who depends on me. But I can't remember what. Something about an explosion. And this someone was depending on me. But he shouldn't. The person shakes me and I just want him to stop. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I feel waterdrops hit my face. Is it raining? Am I outside? I look up and through the blur I can see that it the person. He's crying. Why is he crying? Something was wrong with this picture. I don't have much time to ponder it, because I quickly black out again.
Sherlock's P.O.V.
I blinked several times. I see a man standing over me and see that it is the PA John had been talking with. Behind him, watching his every move, stood my brother. I felt slightly honored to have earned the looks of my older brother.
I tried to sit up. "Where's John?" were the first words out of mouth.
"Doctor Watson? He left a little while ago. Said he had some important things to do. He left me here to watch over you." the PA, Luke was his name, smiled broadly at me. "He also left a note over on that table for you."
I picked it up, and hesitantly unfolded. Huh, I hesitated. That's a new quality. The words were written in a messy scrawl compared to normal, which meant he must've been in a hurry. I read through the note, dread filling every ounce of me.
Sherlock,
Sorry about this all. If I hadn't yelled at you, you wouldn't have have had the urge to get high, accidently overdose, get poisoned, and barely survive. You're probably better off without me. I'll deliver the case files to your flat, and then I urge you not to contact me again.
I'm going to go back to my house, and recover from the shock of this all. And then I'll go back to work. I'm going to continue with normal day to day life. I want you to do the same. Solve a few murders, compose some music, enjoy your days without me.
I'm sorry again Sherlock. I didn't mean to put you through this.
Your best friend,
John Watson
Panic struck me. Something was going to happen and it wouldn't be good. I looked desperately towards Mycroft, knowing he would be able to tell me where John was.
"Where's John?" I coughed out. Mycroft refused to look at me or even answer my question. "Please Mycroft. I need to know. This is really important to me."
"There was just an explosion five minutes ago two blocks away from Baker Street. They're looking for survivors now." he admitted.
I jumped out of the bed, adrenaline filling my veins. I ran out of the hospital and got the nearest cab. The cab driver took me where I wanted and I threw a random coin at him. He yelled about it not being enough, but I didn't care. I ran into my flat and put some real clothes on. I ran back down and gave the cabbie the correct amount. I then rushed towards the smoke, my trench coat flowing behind me.
Two police officers stopped me, saying that it was to dangerous to go that way. I fought them, yelling John's name as loud as I could. I saw the paramedics bring out his body, and I could see the burn marks all along his arms and face.
My heart stopped and the adrenaline in my veins disappeared. Between the explosion and poison that had only been recently expelled from me, I couldn't take it. I collapsed in officers arms blacking out.
I awoke back in the hospital, Luke standing next to me again. This time, a bunch of wires weren't connected to me. Luke saw me and smiled.
"Ah good, Mr. Holmes. You're awake. If you feel up to it, your brother wishes for you to go visit Doctor Watson." his smile remained, but was clearly forced.
The explosion and John being carried out of it, sudden came back to me. "I'm up to it. Where is he? I have to see him now."
"Room 476, northeast wing. Just a few doors down from here."
"What room is this?" I asked.
"Room 455. I'd hurry if I was you. He's been fading in and out for a while now!" Luke shouted.
I had never ran so fast in my life. I burst into room which was empty of everyone, except John. I sat down next to his bed and gently held his hand. I sat like this for a while before whispering something to my best friend.
"Please don't die John. I need you..."
His eyes fluttered and I said his name and shook him softly. Dispite my efforts he still drifted back to sleep.
"Oh gosh! I'm sorry sir! I didn't know anyone, but the patient was in here. Is he your brother?" a nurse came in, surprising me, and I her.
"No. He's only my best friend. Is he going to be okay?" I questioned. "He's not going to die is he?"
The nurse shakes her head. "He's not going to die, but he is extremely hurt."
"What's wrong with him?"
"I'm afraid he'll most likely never be able to walk again."
"What?"
"Your friend is paralyzed." she says in extremely sad tone.
All I can do is hug John and mumble his name. Before I know it, I'm crying.
And sociopaths aren't suppose to cry.
I'm so evil. I really like this story, so that's why you're getting a double update! Hope you enjoyed and please review!
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PFT221B