Him, Sherlock Holmes

Chapter 9~ There Blood Lays

-----John POV---------

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I'm utterly disgusted with what I am seeing right now. I see a man running away at our sudden appearance and Willow lying unconscious on the floor. Blood drips from her mouth and the root of her hair. I ignore my own gagging and run to her. I take her pulse, I fight to find it. It is still there.

"Sherlock, call an ambulance." I tell him even though he has the phone up to his ear. He rolls his eyes, yet I have no idea why. Sherlock tells them our location and everything else. I pull Willow's head gently into my hands. My hands feel wet. I pull her head onto my lap to comfort her as I check my hands. My hands are completely covered in blood. Heavy, dark liquid. I look back at Willow's face, blood dripping away at the corners of her mouth. Cuts across her face along with bruises. Just by looking at her I can tell she has a major concussion. "Sherlock." I say nervously unable to know why I am calling to him.

"What?" His words are sharp. I show him my hands that are covered in unimaginable amounts of blood. There is violent shaking in my lap. I whip back to Willow who is having severe muscle spasms.

"No,no,no,no,no,no. No Willow don't do this." I scream. I start to curse under my breath.

"John what's happening." Sherlock demands sharply.

"She's having a seizure from the head trauma." As I say this the ambulance has come. Thank God. They push past Sherlock then past me to get to Willow. Everything is slow now. Willow being lifted off my lap. Her shaking body put onto a stretcher. Her transparent blue eyes are glazed over and her face plastered in bright lights. Her shaking body stops shaking and she breathes in sharply as if it is her last breath.

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It's been two weeks since the kidnap. We haven't seen Willow yet, but everything the doctor has told us tells me that she should be fine soon. Sherlock hasn't been eating, but that's normal. It seems as if his normal has advanced since then. He's pacing around the room and thank God- he's only made one slightly depressing song with his violin.It' s definitely not like Irene. I have decided that I am going to the clinic to see how she is doing. 

"Sherlock, I am going in today. Want to come?" He doesn't hesitate he puts on his coat and scarf gesturing for me to come. I sigh at his determination. I run after him outside, he hails a cabby and we get in. Sherlock throws change at the driver limply.

"Where to?" The driver asks as he quickly picks up the change.

"Saint Bartholomew's Hospital." Sherlock says flatly.

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A/N------

I am trying to keep a steady pace on how long the chapters are. I know the last couple of chapters have been longer and that is how I hope they will be from now on. Some chapters will be shorter because I want you to suffer from cliffhangers. Please comment and let me know how you are experiencing this book so far. Maybe some ideas... Ship ideas ;) Character adding ideas. I am here and I love to hear from you.  Enjoy!