Sherlock hid behind the corner, watching discreetly as the supposed drug dealer got into a shiny black Volkswagen. From his position Sherlock could clearly see the car had only three occupants, I could easily arrest them, if I'm careful, Sherlock thought to himself. The man in the passenger seat handed the dealer a bulky brown envelope which earned a grin in response from the dealer, he then proceeded to hand over a plastic bag full of white looking powder. Just as I suspected Sherlock thought, He is a drug dealer! Without a seconds hesitation Sherlock ran to the unsuspecting criminals and began to arrest them. However what Sherlock didn't calculate was the chance they had others, within a few minutes Sherlock was wrestled to the ground by one of the biggest men he had ever seen. The man began punching and kicking Sherlock until he began to feel dizzy and an incredibly annoying buzzing noise started to ring in his ears. Sherlock could feel himself losing consciousness, before he could attempt trying get away the burly man leaped up and jumped in the car, the squealing of car tires was the last thing Sherlock heard before the over whelming blackness took over him.
Sherlock woke to what must of been hours later, his head still ringing and his side aching painfully. Breathing heavily Sherlock rose himself to a siting position, and even that caused him agonising pain. Sherlock placed a hand on his forehead, trying to control his breathing and desperately failing at stopping the trickle of blood oozing from a cut above his right eyebrow. He knew he needed to move, but at the same time he just wanted to sleep. Where was John, the good doctor when he needed him the most? Oh John, the only person on earth who could tolerate Sherlock's robot-like behaviour, how he wished he was here. Taking a deep breath Sherlock hauled himself to feet and took a few steps forward, he was wobbling on his feet but it was nothing he couldn't handle.
What should of took a twenty minute walk, Sherlock stumbled into his flat 221B on Baker Street two hours later breathing heavily and barely standing. "John." Sherlock wheezed. Sherlock slid down the door grasping his side, "John." he tried again. This time the good doctor heard him and came tumbling out of his bedroom wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, "Damn Sherlock I was sleeping this better be important." John exclaimed, only just looking at the state the detective was in John froze at the sight of him.
"John." Sherlock groaned, this seemed to snap the doctor out of his state of shock and rushed over to the injured Sherlock. "What happened Sherlock? You're in a right state." John inquired as he helped Sherlock rise to his feet and gently guide him to the couch.
"I was... studying the... drug dealer when..." Sherlock breathed in sharply as John started dabbing at his cut and wiping all the muck off of his face. "When I began to... arrest them... I was jumped. He started to... punch and kick me... then I must've passed out... I woke up hours later... and made my way... back here. You... know the rest." Sherlock explained to a very confused John.
"Well, you're injured pretty badly so I'm going to finish cleaning you up and then I'm taking you to the hospital." John said as he moved on to inspect Sherlock's side. John started to un-tuck Sherlock's shirt when Sherlock yanked John towards him so John was only a few centimetres away from Sherlock's face. John could feel his face getting hotter every passing second with the close proximity "No." Sherlock said as firmly as he could in his weakened state.
"...No?" John questioned. "No what?" John placed his hand on top of Sherlock's in attempt to remove Sherlock's grip on him.
"No... Hospitals." Sherlock pleaded as his face contorted in pain. John's breath caught in his throat at seeing the overwhelming pain his flatmate eyes, however he knew how stubborn Sherlock would be so formulated a plan.
"Ok, no hospitals but we are going to the pharmacy to get you some medicine. Deal?" John said dragging Sherlock onto his feet. "Ok, thanks John." Sherlock half smiled. After making their way down the stairs Sherlock hailed a taxi, but before Sherlock could say a word John ordered the taxi to take them straight to the hospital.
"John... you promised." Sherlock whimpered.
"I know, I know but you're badly hurt." John attempted to calm Sherlock down. "It's going to be ok, shhhh." absentmindedly John began to run his fingers though Sherlock's hair as if he was scared child.
Sherlock started to moan and clasped his stomach. "It hurts, John it hurts." Sherlock cried, suddenly Sherlock started having a coughing fit, spitting up blood in the process.
John started to painc this was definitely not normal. "STEP ON IT!" John practically screamed, the taxi driver complied by pushing his foot down on the accelerater. John couldn't take it much longer, he just hoped, prayed even that Sherlock was alright. "Shh, it's ok im here." John soothed a whimpering Sherlock, "Everything's going to be fine." John almost seemed to be convincing himself that everything would be alright rather than his flatmate. When they arrived at the hospital John threw some cash at the driver and proceeded to drag Sherlock towards the hospital entrance. "HELP, HE NEEDS HELP!" John yelled to a near by nurse who just happened to be on her break smoking. The petty blonde ran into the hospital to be later followed out by 3 men, two carrying a stretcher for the injured detective.
Sherlock heaved and spluttered out blood, his eyes rolled back and he collapsed onto the floor not moving apart from the occasional up and down motion on his chest. "Sherlock, Sherlock wake up." John cried, for the first time since he met Sherlock John wished he was off whizzing around the place, rambling on about complete and utter nonsense.
For the first time in his life, John couldn't imagine a world without Sherlock and what a world that would be. A world he would rather not have to live in.
------------------------------------------ A/N Hello! Hoped you enjoyed my first chapter and sorry if this isn't good enough its my first fan fiction as well as my first book. Please feel free to comment what I can improve on and what you think. I should hopefully be updating again soon so untill then enjoy ! :) xx
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FanfictionJohn had always thought that Sherlock was the most brilliant consulting detective in the world and was impressed that he could deduce almost anything. Although when it came to processing his feelings he was more like a robot. What will happen to the...
