Sherlock, Why Didn't You Tell Me?

Breathing Isn't Boring

When John received the text, he knew things weren't okay. he called Lestrade, and told him he'd better beat him there. John could hardly focus on anything, for he was very worried about the inevitable fate of Sherlock Holmes. When the cab pulled up, John quickly paid, and ran into the building. Lestrade was there, but had brought few men. John hastily broke the door handle and stormed in, to find his worst nightmare- Sherlock, unconscious on the floor. "Sherlock. I'm Not in the mood to play games." Lestrade called 999 in the hallway, with a look of concern on his face. John continued to shake Sherlock, but eventually laid his head on his arm. His eyes, surprisingly filled with tears. Choking on his emotion, he said "Sherlock, Please. I promise, breathing isn't boring. Sherlock please!" Tears were like a waterfall now, and John could no longer bear the sight of Sherlock dying in his arms. He frantically checked for a pulse. There was one, but it was week and slow- John knew if nobody helped him he would be dead, within minutes. He laid Sherlock back on the ground and started performing chest compressions. since Moriarty came, He hated this trick, but he hummed "stayin' alive" to evenly space the times he pressed into his friends chest. Tears stained his face and left tiny marks on Sherlock purple shirt. As the sirens approached, John continued to use his strength to revive his friend, although now it seemed all for not. Suddenly, the door downstairs opened and Lestrade called out. John did not stop until the medics arrived and were taking him away. John knew he couldn't go with them, because if Sherlock died, he would not be able to live with himself. He plumped himself down onto the couch and laid down- he didn't want anyone to see him like this, but he also could no longer patch the dam that held back the emotions. he laid so that his face faced the wall, and just laid still, numb with emotion. Only the worst of assumptions could enter Johns head at this point, so he went into the kitchen. Surely Sherlock had some Ether lying around. After digging through the cabinets, he found a bottle labeled "Ether." he pulled out a rag and doused it with the liquid. He then put the bottle back, and sat down on the couch. he pressed the rag against his face and breathed deeply. "It'l all be okay soon Sherlock." he said, and his eyes closed, and then his faint body collapsed on the floor. Lestrade, being on the phone in the hallway heard the thump of the floor. He walked into the flat and said to the person on the phone "I need to let you go..." He grabbed John by the shoulders and heaved him up onto the couch. "John, you stupid, stupid man what have you done." he checked his pulse, and when he found one, he sighed in relief. he looked around and saw the rag, cast aside on the floor. He smelled it and said " Gah ether." And threw it across the room. He didn't have anything to do, so he sat down in John's armchair and fell asleep.

A few hours later, someone was shaking Lestrade. He jerked awake and put his kung-fu motions into play. "Lestrade- we have talked about this. you cannot do kung-fu." it was Mary. she had a concerned look on her face, and said " John- he won't wake up." Lestrade sat up and said "It's okay, he just took some ether. he seemed pretty shaken up about Sherlock." Mary's face switched from concern to confusion. "What happened to Sherlock?" Lestrade stood up, because he found it uncomfortable to have a girl looking over him. " We don't really know- we just know that when we found him he was almost dead." Mary gasped and put her hand on her face. "Did John say anything, you know before he drugged himself? It's very unlike him." Lestrade nodded in agreement and said "No, he just kinda freaked out. You can stay but if you want to leave I'll stay here." Mary nodded and sat down. "I'm worried about him. He's been so stressed lately. Questioning every decision he makes. The sight is a pity." Her face reflected sadness. "Lestrade, why don't you go on over to hospital with Sherlock, and keep us posted. John is going to be out for a while. " Lestrade nodded and walked out the door. Mary sighed and dozed off.