His Doctor~

Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

It was terrifying. The thought of losing Sherlock was mortally terrifying to Jo-Ann. It scared her mind so much she could hear her heart beating in every inch of her body. She felt a knot in her chest, pulling tighter and tighter until it threatened to snap. Jo-Ann wouldn't have ever guessed that it only lasted a second. Her eyes focused from their blacked out state as the fuzzy image of Sherlock's stunning blue eyes came into her vision. But the scene was not what she thought, it seemed. Jo-Ann had Sherlock pinned against the floor as she pressed against his shoulders, not spotting any blood coming from his chest...

But from her abdomen instead.

The doctor glanced down at her own stomach and gasped at the growing red blotch on her already red jumper. Her black shooter jacket almost covered the sight, but didn't stop the pain that was just now sinking in.

"...Sherlock?" Jo-Ann looked up from her stomach and back to her detective, who was mortified. His eyes were as wide as they could go as he stared into hers. He gripped onto the sleeves of her jacket while her arms grew weak, and began to shake. "...Sher..." Jo-Ann started to say but began breathing rapidly as she rolled off of Sherlock and onto her back. Sherlock immediately sat up, but froze when he saw the man who shot his doctor now pointing the gun at him.

"Un avvertimento. (A warning.)" The man said before pocketing the revolver and running down the hall and towards the exit. Sherlock held his breath until the man was out of sight. Once he knew it was safe, he scuffled across the floor so he was at Jo-Ann's side.

"Shit shit shit shit shit..." Jo-Ann muttered while breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling with her hands covering the wound.

"Oh God.... Oh God..." Sherlock mumbled himself as he unzipped her jacket and forced her to move her hands. The blood was spreading at a surprising rate, turning her jumper from bright red to crimson. "Jo-Ann, Jo-Ann! Tell me what to do! I-I don't-I'm-"

"First off, don't panic." Jo-Ann interrupted and winced. "Sec..Secondly, we need a-a wrap of some kind to stop the bleeding." She gave instructions but couldn't help letting out a sharp breath and tilted her head back, causing her ponytail to go further underneath her. Sherlock was almost wrecked just witnessing such a scene. "The nurses office is just around the corner go get some bandage wrap and a clean cloth now!" Sherlock nodded vigorously and ran, clumsily rising from the floor. Jo-Ann pressed down on the own wound as the blood fully flowed through her sweater and stained her hands.

Sherlock ransacked the nurse's office looking for the supplies his doctor needed. He was positive he could hear his own mouth muttering the mother of all curse words as he counted the seconds. After a few moments, what felt like ages, Sherlock found the necessary items and ran out the door. He nearly skid across the floor as he kneeled by Jo-Ann and set down the supplies.

"Now what?!" Sherlock asked with a distressed voice.

"Now take... the cloth..." Jo-Ann explained through a few hard swallows and sharp breaths. "And stop the bleeding... by pressing the cloth down, ok?" she tried to explain simply and sweetly. Sherlock nodded and lifted her jumper gently. The bullet wound was just below her rib cage and off to the left. Sherlock reached to put pressure on it when Jo-Ann grabbed his wrist. "No matter how much I scream or kick... you have to keep applying pressure for six minutes, you understand?" she asked seriously. Sherlock nodded once again and pressed down on the wound with force. Jo-Ann arched her back and neck, holding back the ear piercing scream that was on her tongue. She let out sounds of pain as the detective continued to apply pressure and clenched her fists. Her legs lifted off the ground only to slam back down, but Sherlock kept following her instructions. Jo-Ann calmed down a bit and breathed heavily through her nose. "You're trained for this Watson... trained for this..." She told herself. A few more minutes passed before Jo-Ann used her shaky hands to reach into her pant pocket and pull out her phone.