The ambulance gets John on the stretcher, and after much arguing, Sherlock sits next to his blogger. They have him on a breathing machine, to get his non-collapsed lung to work. It's working, and John's back with the living. They say Sherlock saved him.
Sherlock's not so sure.
Sherlock is still stroking John's hair lovingly, not noticing where he's at.
They arive at a hospital outside London, where Lestrade waits. Sherlock walks to him while they rush John in.
When Lestrade realizes Sherlock has been crying, he immediatly hugs the man. Sherlock's tears stain his shirt, but he just had his best friend die in his arms.
"Mr. Holmes, Mr. Lestrade?" The nurse asks.
Sherlock turns his puffy eyes to the nurse. Greg takes his hand from were it was stroking Sherlock's hair.
"John's lucky. You immediatly started CPR on him. We have a lung, and we're going to try to replace it. It'll be risky at best. We've tried it twice, and both paitents died within six months. However, our robot is good, and we've tried it on corpses, and he got it done excently.
Sherlock agrees, knowing that if John's fights through it, he'll have his blogger back.
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FanfictionYea. This is a fanfic. John's dead, and Sherlock's in grievance. When a risky lung transplant comes their way, Sherlock accepts it with good grace
