A Mission Gone Wrong

John Gets Shot

             <Sherlock's Point Of View>

        I watched as he raised the gun towards John. John wasn't watching his back and me screaming was his only hope.
        "John! Behind you!" I shout, but I'm to late.
        He pulls the trigger. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. John had not turned towards me before the gun went off, causing him to get shot in the side, thankfully in a spot that had no serious organs to kill him immediately, but he could still bleed out if I wasn't quick.
        Not knowing what to do I try to chase the man who had just shot my best friend, but I only chase him to the end of the alleyway. Turning back towards John he is clutching his side and down on his knees, gritting his teeth at the pain.
        I run back over to him putting a hand over the one he has over the bullet wound. I catch him as he wobbles over.
        "John, this is all my fault." I say, keeping my calm and helping him lay down.
        "No! No it's not Sherlock!" He spits it back in my face.
        "Yes it is! I knew I should not have brought you here and yet–" He cuts me off.
        "Yeah but I agreed to come. Do not, Do not blame this you yourself, Sherlock." He says, letting out a deep breath.
        I pull out my phone and call nine-nine-nine. The operator picks up with a "How can I help you?"
        "My friend has been shot, I need an ambulance."
        We work out the rest of the conversation and I hang up. I look at John who is starting to turn pale.
        "Hang on John. They are on the way." I say, putting my hand that is not soaked in blood on his head.
        "I will not leave you, Sherlock." He says.
         It's a long silent moment and I start to hear the sirens in the distance. I look down at Johns face, and his eyes start to flutter trying to stay open.
        "Do not go to sleep. Stay with me." I say, tears on the way.
        He does not say anything for a moment just starring back into my eyes, "Sherlock you know I will have to close my eyes." The sirens get a lot closer.
        "Just...just p-promise you...you will n-not die." I stutter not meaning to.
        "I promise." He says, closing his eyes.
        "John...why?" I whisper, as I feel a tear slide down my face. I press my forehead to his.
        I pull away and burst into tears as the ambulance gets closer. It is only a second before they pull up. They grab a stretcher and run over to me and him.
        "He has gone unconscious." I say, to the medics. Those were the first and last words I said to them, I had refused to talk.

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