Sherlock Sickfic One-shots

Crashed.

A/n: So this book is just gonna be a bunch of sickfics, whump and such like because I'm bored and I love writing these, so enjoy!

Also I'm just kinda writing whatever I feel like so this book will probably be very all over the place lol.

Word count: 1758

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WThey had been on this chase for over an hour now, at first they had been chasing the criminal on foot through the streets of London but said criminal managed to hijack a car off some poor old lady and speed off.

Luckily for the detective and the blogger, Lestrade had just pulled up beside them in his police car so Sherlock quickly jumped in the passengers seat and John quickly jumped into the back.

"Follow that car!" Sherlock yelled, pointing at the bright red car in front of them. "That's what I'm doing!" Lestrade yelled back.

-

After almost and hour of chasing the guy and Sherlock making sarcastic comments, mostly about the detective inspector's driving, they had ended up somewhere quite far outside of London in a random forest.

"Guys we're gonna run out of fuel soon if we're not careful" Lestrade warned,
"Well then, you better hurry up and catch the guy, hadn't you?" Sherlock replied sarcastically.

John and Lestrade both just rolled their eyes at Sherlock and kept driving. The car infront of them began to slow down rather quickly, "Oh good, maybe he's finally given up" Lestrade sighed, "let's hope so" John replied with a sigh.

Suddenly the car was beside their car and it rammed into the side of their's: Once, twice, three time... as if it were trying to push the car off the road, then suddenly,

BANG!

Lestrade lost control of the car, it spun of the road and smashed into a tree. And everything went black.

-

The first thing John heard when he came round was someone calling his name, it didn't take long for him to figure out what had happened. He looked up and saw Lestrade in the drivers seat, seamingly fine, if a little dazed.

"John? Are you alright mate?" Lestrade turned round and asked again, looking at John with concern.

"Y-yeah, yeah I'm fine, I think" John replied, raising his hand to his sore head and realising there was a sticky red liquid dripping down his face. blood.

"It's fine it's only a cut" John said quickly, only now seeing Sherlock and becoming way more concerned about him than himself.

Sherlock appeared to be unconscious in the passengers side of the car that appeared to be almost completely mangled as that was the side of the car that hit the tree first.

"Oh god, Sherlock. Greg, see if he's breathing, quickly" John instructed, sounding slightly panicked as he tried to get his own door open so he could get to Sherlock and help him.
"Yeah, yeah he is" Lestrade replied, both him and John breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, good, okay, are you able to get your door open?"

"No, it's jammed mate"

"Shit" John muttered, trying again to get his own door open.

-

"Screw it," John said after a few more minutes of trying before he resorted to smashing out his window with his elbow and climbing through it, causing him to get a few cut on his arms in the process but he didn't care.