Part one of Holmes's POV during the climax of A Brother Noble
As I rolled, something was niggling in the back of my mind telling me I did not want to continue this motion…
Suddenly my stomach – and the floor – dropped out from beneath me as I realised there was only empty space below.
I was going to die.
I scrabbled on the edge of the catwalk, trying to find a grip and failing, knowing I was going to plunge to a painful death. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the concrete floor come up to meet me…
And suddenly opened them as a tremendous jerk nearly yanked my arm from its socket. I cared naught for the pain, however, just thankful that something had stopped my fatal plunge. A hand was clamped round my wrist, and I instantly latched on in desperation with both of my own.
A familiar, frantic face filled my vision, and I suddenly realised my dead weight was pulling Watson slowly over the edge of the catwalk. His grip tightened as my hand slipped down an inch, filling me with panic.
He frantically grasped the rail with his injured hand, pushing backward on the force pulling against him, and the movement ceased, much to my relief.
Until I saw with horror coming crashing down upon his bad wrist, a foot encased in a heavy steel-toed boot.