The World In Our Hands (Sherlolly/John Mary)

Just what you need. (chapter 7)

SHERLOCK

When I awoke it was 11:00 John had just left telling by the indent still in his chair I got up and walked to my room and lied  down, I was asleep in seconds. I woke up and Molly was laying next to me smiling her bright smile.

"Good morning handsome I have to go to work early I made you some breakfast and coffee. Goodbye sweetie."

I went to say goodbye but I was mute I could not speak I tried. She walked away. I followed her out side on to the sidewalk she started to run so when I finally got to her I hugged and kissed her she smiled kissed me and carried on. As she walked down the sidewalk a car ran up on the curb barely missing me and quickly plowed her down the car did not stop little lone slow down I ran to her she lied there her body was motionless, tore up and bloody. Oh so bloody. When I finally reached her I held her.I had one hand under her head the other holding her hand. She looked at and what she said almost killed me.

"Who are you?... you never said goodbye" * a tear fell from her eyes* She quickly said "it's to late to apologize.... sorry like the angel heaven ... let me think was ...you"

The "you" was really weak as she took a couple more shallow breaths she then stop entirely. The whole time I kept trying to yell Molly! While running to her.  And I kept trying to yell HELP someone! Please! Nothing came out. I'm sorry. And with that I yelled out NOOOO! While crying.

I heard my name being called Sherlock! Sherlock! Sherlock!

JOHN

Two at night I get a call from Ms. Hudson saying Sherlock is screaming bloody murder. So I quickly made my way there when I got there I went into his room and he was thrashing around yelling "no!".

"Sherlock! Sherlock! Sherlock!"

He finally awoke and I sat on the side of his bed he had tears running down his face he was breathing heavily. And all he could say was Molly over and over again I hugged him and he cried into my shoulder. He kept trying to explain it to me but he could barely talk I just kept saying "quiet". I had a feeling it was like the dreams I had when he jumped but I figure it was much worse which I could not even begin to imagine.

"Okay let's go to the living room. I know something that might help."

He got up with so much effort he was so tried we walked into the living room and Sherlock sat down in his chair and looked at me. I quickly but quietly ran up to my old room and checked in the back of my closet. Nope. I checked under my bed. Bingo. Got it! I ran back down stairs with two bottle in hand but as I turned the corner to the other half of the stairs..... THUD.... THUMP ...BOOM.... CRASH.

Everything went black