I will never leave you

I woke up. My head hurt. There was blood on it.

I lay at the street.
Now I remembered. There was Sherlock and the rooftop and the cyclist and...

I stood up quickly.
"Sherlock! Don't do it! Sher, Sherl, Sherlock please!"

I tried to walk, but it didn't work. Everything hurt.
I slumped.

"Sher, Sherlock!", I screamed desperate.

I could not see him at the rooftop.
No. Please.

Im looked around.
No. Please. God. No.

Sherlocks body, on top of a air cussion without air. Around him many people. Blood everywhere.

His blood.

"Sherlock", I wispered.

I tried to stand up. Everything hurt. But I had to go to Sherlock.
It was hard. Finally I standed.

More and more people have gatheres around him.

I tried to walk. It worked.
"Sherlock!"

I wanted to him.

I got closer to the crowd.

Blood touched my shoes.

His blood.

"Let me to him! I'm a doctor, he's my friend, please, let me through"

Endless tears ran down my face.
I got through the crowd.

There was his body, laying at the hard ground. I rushed to him.
"Sherlock"
I took his hand.

No pulse.

"Sherlock"
I knew it was useless but I  started the cardiac massage.

"Sherlock, please, wake up!"

I went on.
Stared at his ocean eyes.

"Sherlock, that's not funny. SHERLOCK. Stop it! Sherlock!"

I became agressiv, pushed harder at his chest.

"Sherlock!"

A nurse took my arm.
"Mister, please, stop it!"

I stopped. Just stared at his beautiful face.

"Sher, Sherlock."

The crowd has already sissolved. The police holded back people. It became quieter.

I held his liveless body in my arms. His blood colored my clothes red.
"Oh Sherlock, why, why just
.."

I buried my face in his coat. I smelled him.

Tears were rolling down my face uncontrollable.

I feelt light rain at my skin, but I didn't care.

I was just holding him. Hugged my best friend constantly, my Love.

"John"
I heard a familiar voice. Greg.
"John please,you are sitting there for more than half of an hour."

I didn't answer.
I didn't want to leave him. I wanted to stay. Forever.

I was still holding his dead body, kissed his forehead, kissed his cheekbones.
Funny, usually I didn't do stuff like that.

The rain soaked all my clothes. But I didn't care.

Ibprotected Sherlock against the rain with myself.

"John"
Greg.
"John, please. Let him go."

"Sherlock", I wispered.

"I will never leave you."