First Time On the Tube

Hospital

Sherlock woke up in an ambulance. Of course, he didn't realize where he was at first, but it was easy enough to figure out when his mind cleared out. He tried to sit up but a paramedic put a hand on his chest, gently pressing him back down. 

 "Lay down. We're almost to the hospital. We'll be there soon and find out what happened." 

 "What hospital? What exactly-no, no I can't go to the hospital, I need to get to Cambridge before Mycroft! Let go of me!" 

"I'll tell you what happened if you'll calm down. And you certainly aren't going to Cambridge right now-you're going to the hospital." Sherlock scowled, then seemingly gave in. He stopped struggling to get up and rip the oxygen mask off his face. 

 "All right, I'm calm. What happened? Tell me." 

"We aren't a hundred per cent sure that this is all that happened, but the basics of it seem to be that you had a major panic attack on the Underground. I don't immediately see anything wrong with you, so it may just be an out of control panic attack, but you did faint-" 

"Collapse. I didn't faint. I collapsed." 

"Collapse, then, halfway down the line, which could indicate something more serious. At any rate, someone called 999, and here we are now, headed to the hospital, just about to arrive. Now I've kept my side of the bargain, you keep yours. Stop struggling and come with us." 

 The ambulance turned into the hospital's parking lot a few minutes later. Sherlock said nothing throughout the last minutes, instead remaining totally silent and still. The paramedic was glad of this. It was difficult to keep oxygen going to such a tall man, no matter how thin he may be, when he didn't want it. 

 As soon as the van had come to a full stop, the paramedics opened the doors in the back and climbed out. Sherlock immediately ripped off his mask and leapt out the doors to run away as fast as he could, stopping for less than a second to find the name of the hospital in order to orientate himself on the map in his head. The medics didn't have a chance of catching him and he was quickly lost in the crowds heading down the side of the road, leaving only one thing in the van: his wallet. 

 The paramedic sighed; it had been such a good day. He supposed that something had to even it out. He picked up the wallet and looked inside. There was only one card in it-an id for Mycroft Holmes (Top Clearance). It included a phone number on the face, and it was the only thing he had to go on. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed.