Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Please Don't Die.

Sherlock continued to try to wake John, but it failed. "John!" He shouted, but it didn't work. His face became moist with tears, as his mind showed him what it would be like without his best friend. With his voice breaking, he said "John. Please, don't leave." His mind flashed back when John showed him what to do with a wound- he grabbed his scarf from around his neck and balled it up. He applied continuous pressure to the wound until the EMT's arrived. When they pulled John away on a stretcher, Sherlock looked down at the scarf. It was drenched in Johns blood."You did this for me. Me, a machine."  He whispered, and collapsed on the ground.

When he woke up, he had a blanket on his upper torso, and an oxygen mask on. He didn't even fight it.  He opened his eyes and saw a paramedic kneeling over him. "Sir." He said. Sherlock slowly turned his head toward the man. "Sir, Can you hear me?" Sherlock was week, but he replied. "Yes, yes I can hear you. Where is John?" The man looked confused for a second, but then answered "He is on his way to Hospital. Please lie still, while we finish examining you. How do you feel?" Sherlock felt awful. sick to his stomach and full of regret. "Good enough to get up and run a marathon." He said, chuckling. The nurse faked a laugh back, and looked over to the other nurse. " Maybe we should take him to the hospital, just to be sure." Sherlock heard this and sat up jerkily. "No good sire I am fine." He said, as he took the needles from his skin, and took the mask off. The nurses looked astonished, and started to clean up their things. 

Sherlock hailed a cab, and called Mary. "Hello? Sorry I was in a meeting." She answered. "Mary, you need to get to the hospital As soon as you can." Her end of the line was quiet. "Why?" She eventually said. "It's John. He, He got shot." His brain replayed the moment John jumped in front of him. "Just, please come." He said. "Alright. I'll be there soon Sherlock. Bye." She replied, and hung up the phone. Sherlock got out of the cab, and jogged into the hospital. He sat in the waiting room, hoping John would live to tell this tale. He tried everything he knew to try to get it off his mind but it didn't work. When Mary arrived, Sherlock Arose, and walked toward her. When they met, he wrapped his arms around her. She was stunned, but she slowly wrapped her arms around him. When he sat back down, Mary laid her head on his shoulder. She had tears streaming down her face. Sherlock moved her hair away from her face, and said "Mary." She sat up, and Sherlock looked at her, "It's my fault." She looked at him and grabbed his head with her hands. "No Sherlock. It's not." He yanked away from her grip and stood up. He grabbed his hair with both hands and started to raise his voice. "NO Mary. Yes it is my fault!" He sat down with his back to the wall and curled his knees up to his chin. He buried his head between his legs, and started to shake. "Mary, I'm so sorry. It's always my fault. He always gets hurt. I'm sorry." He started to cry. Mary knew if he exerted himself too much, his health would suffer the consequences. "Sherlock." She said. "SHERLOCK." She said a little louder. He looked up, his face pale and the area surrounding his eyes Brown. "Please- forgive yourself. It wasn't your Fault, and He'll be fine." He nodded like a child and started to violently cough. "Sherlock?" She said in a worried tone. "Sherlock?!" She said again. He removed his hand from his face and his hand was stained with blood. "Sherlock, we need to get you a doctor." He would have fought it, but he couldn't. He laid on the floor, and tried to make the pain go away, but it wouldn't. When Mary returned, he clenched his teeth and said "Please, no!" His vision was becoming blurred, but he continued to fight. Soon, a few nurses came, and helped him. Within a few minutes, he could feel nothing; he could no longer make out details. "Please," he said, slurred. "Stop." And he faded away.

In what seemed like only a few minutes, Mary was shaking Sherlock, telling him something, but he couldn't quite make it out. "Sherlock!" She said. He could now hear her. "John's woken up!" She stated. Sherlock sat up, but the oxygen tubes yanked him back. "Gah!" He started. "Really?" He said. "How is he?" She nodded and said "He's very good! They said he should be released tomorrow or so." Sherlock sighed in relief, and smiled. "That's Amazing! but what happened to me?" Mary's face became straight. Because of your smoking, you have attracted bronchitis. This will not go away without medication, you could die. you need to quit smoking." Sherlock looked at the ceiling. " I know. I have been trying so hard. I'm Throwing them all out." Mary Smiled. "I'm proud of you Sherlock. Now get some rest." Sherlock nodded, and dosed off.