life and death

I got out of the taxi. " Thanks ", I said quickly to the driver as I gave him a £10 note. He smiled and took it quickly without even saying thank you. That angered me slightly and I slammed the door shut. If it wasn't for Sherlock, I wouldn't have been able to adjust to civilian life. It is hard as you get a feeling when you are out in the street that someone would leap out of the bushes and attack me, or someone possibly an assassin would be aiming a gun at me from a nearby building. War changes you as a person on the inside as well as the outside. If it wasn't for him I don't think I would've coped.

Earlier I got a text message from him to meet him right outside St Barts hospital in London.

          ' Get here to St Barts as quickly as possible '

The message said. He had been acting strangely since the morning, as if something was bothering him. I laughed at that little thought. Since when has sherlock never acted strangely, since when was anything not bothering him. He always worries about all the crimes that even her the most powerful mind in Britain if not the world could solve.  I started to walk further from the busy main road and closer towards the hospital.

In a split second my phone rang. It was him. I smiled and I answered the phone.  "Yeah, I'm here. Where are you? " I asked him.

"Stop where you are and don't move an inch." he replied quickly and suddenly.  He didn't sound happy, in fact he sounded quite sad. I stopped. " yeah, alright, just tell me where you are. ", I said again.

He sighed. " Look up", he said softly.  I did so and to my horror I saw him Sherlock Holmes standing on the edge of the hospital.  " What are you doing up there?" I asked. I could hear him breathing heavily as if he was scared.  " I...I can't cone down so it has to be like this," he said.  I stared at him confusingly.  It took me a while to realise what he was going to do. Jump. " Sherlock you can't", I exclaimed at him.  He was 10m up. He can't commit suicide he was better than this. "There's something that I have to tell you..... I'm a fake. The newspaper's were right all along.  That I created .Morriaty for my own purposes.  John tell Lestrade, Mrs Hudson,  in fact tell everyone who would listen to you. That I created Jim Morriaty. " He explained. I could tell that he was crying. " No, when you first met me you knew all about my sister right?" I replied trying to get some positivity back into him. He chuckled softly "No one could be that clever." he said but I didn't believe him. "But you could", I replied reassuring him but it wasn't working.

"I researched you. It was just a magic trick, that's all", Sherlock continued.  I still wasn't buying it, I could tell he was lying.  For some reason he must be. "No." I said.

He sighed again. "This phone call, it's my note. It's what people do. Leave a note." His voice started to crack.

" Leave a note when...." but he cut me off. " Goodbye John". Nope he wasn't going to die. But it was too late he dropped his phone and the line went dead. He was putting his arms across, getting ready to jump. " Sherlock......", I cried but there was no use and he jumped.

Time had seemed to slow down as my brain couldn't take in what was happening right before my very eyes. My heart stopped for a second as I heard a loud thud just round the corner. I ran and ran, but before I could get to him everything went blank.

I woke up. It took a good long minute to realise what had just happened.  'Sherlock was dead' my mind teased me over and over again.  No he wasn't, he may have jumped of that bloody hospital but he could have survived.  No he has survived.  I ran towards him and saw that members of the public and a few nurses were already crowded around his body. "Get out of the way, I'm a doctor let me through. " I shouted at them. A nurse called Linda looked at me with eyes full of sorrow.  " I am truly sorry John", she said softly.  No, no, no he wasn't dead. Not Sherlock.  No. I kneeled down and felt for a pulse. There wasn't one. I started to cry. I cried on Linda's shoulder like a big baby. Feeling my loss she put her arm around me and and cried too, as they took his body away.

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