life and death

john

ok this is really bad. I have been really ill for the past few days so this is the best I could come up with. Enjoy :)

Lestrade:

I sat there helplessly like I have failed everything in life. How could I carry on? I put my hands to my face and sobbed and sobbed until I had no more energy left. I ended up falling asleep because when I opened my eyes it was 2 hours later. I found an apple on the bedside table and a thought popped into my head. 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away'. I smiled and took a bite. 

5 minuets later Molly walked into the room holding 2 cups of coffee.  "How are you feeling ?" she asked. 

" I'm fine", I replied.  " is John ok?" She looked at me and sighed.  "he is fine but it's not certain.  He is out of surgery but he has lost a lot of blood and is now in ICU. " she explained. I nodded.  "He has to be ok. He has to." she continued and started to cry as she sat down next to me. 

I placed my hand around her shoulder, comforting her. Saying that John Watson will be ok. " I saw him when they were  taking him into surgery,  he looked pale, if it wasn't for the machines around him recording his heart rate and breathing,  he looked dead." She continued. 

"Look John is a fighter,  he will pull through this", I replied. She nodded approvingly. Just then a nurse came in smiling.  " How is he?" asked molly.

" He is fine. Just a few broken ribs that would be healed in a few months. "

I couldn't help but smile as molly gave me a great big hug. "thats great", I replied.  she nodded. "it was a miracle that he survived. but thank the Lord he did. right?" I nodded.

Karen:

I gasped, where was I? I started to breath heavily. where was Greg? was he dead? I started to cry. I felt a bag over my head.  that could explain why everything was pitch black.  I knew I had to get out of this hell. I needed to find Greg and John, if he's still alive. I wanted to get up and scream all the pain out. I tried to move my hands but they were in chains and every time I moved them they would tighten pressing into my skin and bone. I screamed in pain. I stopped as soon as I heard footsteps walking towards me. I placed my head down in defeat. if they were going to kill me. they might as well do it. if Greg and John were dead there would be nothing left of me. I felt someone rip the bag of my head. I gasped. the room was dark and carved out of rock. we were underground for sure. it smelt like damp and decay and the air felt really moist. the only light in the room was by 2 small lamps, hanging from the ceiling above me. They held onto two long pieces of wire that looked as if they would snap at the slightest of movements.

I saw a figure silhouetted against the light. he was small and thin and looked like he was wearing a suit that looked like it fitted him perfectly. who was this stranger? "Who are you?", I cried. at that moment he walked forwards towards me. I knew that I shouldn't have said anything. I have just made the matters worse. I stared into his eyes. all I could see was pure evil and madness. I flinched. he raised his hand. And BAM slapped it across my face. I gasped at the pain. the force was intense. my whole face went numb and my heart rate increased. I placed my head down showing defeat again. a tear fell from my eye. "this will show you not to speak out of turn", he said. His voice was soft and pure evil with a hint of madness. he bent down and lifted my face. I met his eyes and stared into his face. it was like staring right at the devil himself.

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