JOHNS POV
"No charge."
My anger wouldn't rise any higher. I grabbed his collar with my left hand and punched his nose upwards with my right. I let him go and he stumbled onto the wheel eyes still open but clearly knocked out. So much for knowing where he is. A noise caught my attention. It came from the passenger seat of the cab. I opened the door and a large box was set under the seat. There was something inside, something living, but there was no air holes. The box was made of metal which could be easily opened. My fingers met the crack of the opening and pulled hard. I nearly fainted when I saw what was inside.
Sherlock.
His face was covered with blood and so was his waist. He had clearly been beaten. Even though his eyes were closed, I could see the inhaling and exhaling of his chest and could feel the warm breath beneath his nose. Happy tears slid down my cheek relieved that he was still alive. I reached for my phone and called an ambulance.
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The Sociopath and the Doctor
FanficSherlock Holmes, the worlds only consulting detective is living with John Watson, a former army doctor. The relationship between the two grows, revealing an emotion that even Sherlock Holmes can feel, love.
