Part Two of Holmes's POV from the climax of A Brother Noble
Clyde drove his foot into Watson's side, and I could feel the convulsions of pain shooting through my friend's body as his arm shook with agony.
Below me I heard a door burst open and voices – then one rose above the rest, sharp and filled with horror.
"Dear Lord! SHERLOCK!"
Clyde saw the newcomers and wasted no time in starting to pry Watson's trembling fingers off the railing. I saw terror flash into his pain-filled hazel eyes as I slipped down another inch, my breathing quickening involuntarily as I felt myself sliding.
A shot from below, and Clyde suddenly toppled over, dead from Tavish's gun. Watson's frightened eyes locked onto mine, but I was too scared to say anything – it was totally up to him now.
His face disappeared, and I unaccountably panicked now that I could not see him – but I found that I was slowly moving, his shaking hand clutching my wrist tighter than ever.
For a breathless moment I was pulled upward, and then I got my head and elbows above the railing, able to take a bit of the strain. In another minute I had wriggled up onto the catwalk.
Watson waited until I was safe, and then his grip loosened as he collapsed.
I gripped his shoulder before collapsing myself, shouting out to my now-frantic brother.