"There's been some complications..." John's eyes widened, and every thing that could ever possibly go wrong flashed through his mind. "What's happened?" he demanded, trying to keep the fear off of his face. Sarah let out a sigh and ran a hand through her hair.
"One of the bullets went into his femur and severed some major arteries. He might not be able to walk again." She said, releasing a breath she didn't even know she was holding. John's heart broke in his chest. "Let me see the X-Rays." he demanded again, his soldier mode kicking in.
Sarah nodded and handed over the file. "We've looked over them again and again, but it seems inevitable." John scanned over the file, looking over all the X-Rays taken from Sherlock's ribs and femur. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he found a solution. "Do you see how the bullet's pathway is fairly clean?" he asked, pointing to the X-Ray.
Sarah gave him a pity smile. "We've had every doctor in the building look over these, John." But John knew what she meant; You couldn't have found a solution that easily. "Let me do the surgery." John commanded. "It's not up to me." Sarah said.
"Please..." John pleaded. "Could you find a way?" One look at John's pleading face and Sarah knew she had to try. In all truthfulness, she still had feelings for the man. "I...I could try." Sarah said nervously. "But there's no guarantee." John nodded understandingly. "Thank you."
Sarah nodded and left. She returned ten minutes later. "They're not sure." she replied. John tried to smile, but tears streamed down his face. "Thank you for trying." Sarah smiled back at him feebly. "I'm sorry." She said. John shrugged. "It's fine." Sarah stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. "Take care John." she whispered. She seperated and left him without another word.
"Jaawwwwwwnnnnnn." Sherlock whined from inside his room. John let out a sigh and tried to stop crying, but it didn't work. He stepped inside the room. "Yes?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Sherlock's eyes widened when he saw John's face. "Why are you crying?" he asked. John let out a shaky breath and wiped away his remaining tears. "They don't know if they can save your legs."
Sherlock nodded and sank farther back into his bed. "John, come here." he demanded. John looked at Sherlock. "Mmmkay." he said, shuffling over. Once he was close enough, Sherlock grabbed John and yanked him downwards, hugging him tight with his arms. He ran his slender fingers through John's hiar and whispered into his ear, "I'll be okay. I promise."
"I really hope so." John replied. Sherlock moved John's face and kissed John's forehead. There was a knock at the door and Sarah walked in again, her fake smile still plastered on her face. "It's time for Sherock's surgery, Dr. Watson." she said.
"Should I go into the waiting room?" John asked, standing up. "Yes, we'll tell you when he's in recovery."
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The Accident
FanfictionSherlock gets into an accident that renders one of his legs injured in such a way that he may not be able to walk without a crutch for the rest of his life. But Mycroft has found a seemingly miraculous cure... what could go wrong?