Flatline

Part 2

The next two weeks brought no changes. Harry showed up more and more at the hospital, all the while Sherlock visited less and less. As Mycroft learned from Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock has locked himself into the flat. Mycroft tried to get in more than once, but to no avail. He gave up after a while.
As days passed him by Mycroft found the knot in his stomach becoming tighter and tighter. On THE day he found he almost couldn’t breath. He honestly felt scared. Of course, he went to the Baker street, but yet again was greeted with a locked door. He waited for a while, before deciding to head for the hospital. His watch confirmed what he thought. He was running a bit late. He got into his car, slightly stepping over the speed limit. He couldn’t afford to be late now.
When he arrived the first thing he noticed was the eerie silence of the hospital. It seemed like everyone was aware of what was about to happen. While John wasn’t as famous as Sherlock, he was known well enough for everyone to grieve.
Sherlock was already there, along with the Watson family. The atmosphere was dreadful. You could almost feel Death’s presence in the room. Mycroft approached his brother quietly, bowing his head towards the family. He stood next to Sherlock, right beside the bed.
“Are you ready?” He asked. Only silence answered him. He finally had the time to really look at his brother.
Sherlock looked awful. If he barely slept before, now he hasn’t slept at all. There were dark circles under his eyes, which were sunken in. Mycroft noted how thin his brother has gotten. His eyes were red and there was an obvious use of drug use. Mycroft sighed and put a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder who jumped a bit but didn’t move away.
The room was quiet for a while. Everyone fell into a grieving silence. Sooner than any of them would have liked a nurse came in. She offered her condolences to the family than made her way towards the bed, than she turned around.
“Are you all ready?” She asked softly, but no one could find their voice to answer her. She nodded. “All right then. I’m sorry.” She moved to reach the plug to turn off the system.
Mycroft couldn’t recall when has Sherlock moved. He only noticed by the time his brother was standing next to the nurse gripping her wrist tightly, holding it away from the plug.
“Don’t.” Sherlock said in a low, almost threatening voice. The nurse must have realised the danger, because her eyes widened in fear, and she began to struggle.
“Sir, if you could let me go-” she began, but Sherlock just pushed her further away from the bed.
“Don’t touch it.” He said, staring at John.
Mycroft could only just stand there. He couldn’t say he expected Sherlock to react so...violently. There was a lot of pain in his eyes, yet Mycroft saw fire too. God help anyone who tried to touch John right now. He noticed the nurse calling for back-up, and in seconds two male nurses showed up. When the nurse explained the situation they looked at each other, and cautiously began making their way towards Sherlock.
“Sherlock,” Mycroft began, determined to get to his brother before the nurses. “Stop this. There nothing that can be done now. You have to let him go.”
“No!” Sherlock all but screamed. “No. John is stronger than this. He wouldn’t just...let go.” His voice faltered for a second. Ha looked down at the ground and took a few breaths. Then he looked up and his eyes flared. “And you are ready to let him die. Shame on all of you. So there is no way I’m letting you lot touch him!” Sherlock Looked ready to fight, and, honestly, Mycroft was impressed. It seemed like his little brother finally grown up. But he pitied him too, for there was no way to convince him anymore. So when the nurses passed Mycroft, he didn’t interfere.
To say Sherlock put up a fight would be an understatement. He kicked and screamed, but then again he was a sad and grieving man. His strength died down earlier than he wanted., although he landed a few good hits. It was painful to watch. In the end the nurses got a hold of his arms. They tried to calm him down, but Sherlock was having none of it. So they decided to get him out of here, and began dragging him towards the door,with sherlock screaming the whole way for them to stop. All the while, the other nurse has taken her position next to the bed. Suddenly, Sherlock became all too aware of the steady beeping of the heart monitor. He had to stop them. His strength came back and he trashed around, almost getting free a few times. The nurse had her hand on the plug, ready to pull it out.
Beep
“No!”
Beep
“Let me go!”
Beep
“Please! Let go!”
Beep
“JOHN!”
The single, monotone beep was deafening.