The Fall

The Fall~John's POV

This is the very first oneshot I've written to please feel free to give me advice! Hope you enjoy 😊

His phone clattered on the black pavement, possibly shattering, not that it mattered in the least. Thousands of emotions flooded John's mind. Fear, sadness, despair. His world spun. The people around him, rushing to reach his friend were nothing more than a dizzy blur.

"Jesus, Sherl.." He whispered as began to run. His feet slipped on the wet road. A chill passed through his spine, making him shiver. 

Pushing past the panicking citizens, he felt hot tears begin to fall freely down his worn face. Closer. Closer. Time seemed to slow down as a cyclist
knocked him down. No. he thought. His legs felt as if they'd become useless and wobbly.

He desperately tried to lift his head and make his way towards the growing crowd of nurses that had gathered around Sherlock, blocking John's vision. He tried to break through.

"Please, I'm a Doctor" his voice broke miserably "He's my friend, please." He was sobbing now. His heart pounded in his chest. He tried desperately to grab Sherlock's cold hand, only succeeding for a few seconds before being ripped away.

Blood flowed along the pavement. Sherlock's colourful eyes were glossed over. Lacking the life they had. They no longer zipped around like when he was thinking. His hands didn't twitch like they would when he was nervous. Some would say that Sherlock was emotionless but John knew better. He knew when he was sad or scared. He learned to understand the slight twitch of his mouth when he was excited. He learned to decipher when Sherlock was tense from his clenched jaw and his foot tapping ever so slightly.

John snapped of out his thoughts and looked at Sherlock again. His hair was wet and draped over his soft face. He should've lifted his hands and fixed it. He should've gotten up. Please Sherlock. Please get up.

The crowd seemingly dragged him away from his best friend. Best friend. John thought sadly "I never told him" John murmured, regret flooding his shaking body. "I never told you" He addressed the body on the ground.

Fresh tears sprung to his eyes and everything around him began to grow darker. He vaguely felt someone catching him before he fell all the way to the ground. Just let me fall. The thought entered his mind as he closed his eyes, Hoping.. praying that perhaps it was just all a terrible nightmare. Just a dream.

Alright! So that was John's perspective. Sorry if I didn't get his lines right. I couldn't find what he said anywhere so I did my best remembering what he said. (If you know them tell me and I'll fix it)

I'm currently working on Sherlock's perspective so hopefully I'll be able to publish that one sometime this week. Thanks for reading <3