John's Fall
On March 29th, literally days before John's birthday, in apartment 221B Baker Street, Miss Hudson was making tea for Sherlock. She talked about John's birthday while he was rather quickly solving a rubix cube; he fiddled at the toy as if it were as simple as a light switch. They conversed about the surprise party (all Miss Hudson's idea); Sherlock was actually looking forward to the party. They heard a yawning noise they both looked up to see the fairly tired looking John, probably just woken up from a well need rest, she offered John some tea which he kindly accepted as always. Sherlock leaded John upstairs to there always messy living room. He took the tea Miss Hudson gave him just moments ago to his computer and checked his emails. He had received one from Lestrade about the case they were working on; some rich guy hired them to find out who killed his wife. John insisted on taking the case because they would be paid a large sum of money although Sherlock was opposed. Lestrade's email included an address of a potential suspect also a warning to not break in.
Off they went.
As they arrived they knocked but no one was home, so of course Sherlock broke into the suspect's home. As soon as they started walking through the man's huge yet trashed house some bell went off in Sherlock's mind palace that told him, this suspect was the murderer. As soon as that thought crossed his mind, they heard a noise. The killer was home. Watson grabbed Sherlock and ran to the back yard but the man was quick realizing they were there and chased them. When Sherlock and his doctor reached the back yard, they attempted to jump over the fence. The detective went first and made it but when the soldier was at the top of the fence they heard a bang.
Watson fell to the ground with a thud and blood slipping out of his left shoulder.
Sherlock had no idea what to do. He solved murders and worked with dead people. For once in his life, he had to save a life, and he didn't know how. As soon as he grasped what had happened he grabbed John's phone out of his coat pocket, Sherlock was so much fonder of John's phone than his own. He punched in the numbers to 999 and sent for an ambulance. It was the first time he had ever called the police to pick them up. Sherlock heard the sirens blazing and speeding forward. The fat aluminum beast pulled over and they put John into the stomach of the metal animal and Sherlock shaken climbed in after. One of the EMT put a shock blanket over him but Sherlock was too focused on Watson to notice.
When they arrived at the hospital, John was taken into another room while Sherlock waited in the lobby. He called Miss Hudson to get to the hospital a.s.a.p. Sherlock, shaken, set John's phone down on the table next to him. He looked down with his sweaty hand clasped in his lap. Sherlock seemed to be waiting hours for Miss Hudson to come, but in reality it only took around 13 minutes. When the landlord arrived she was rather unknowing. Sherlock tried to hold himself up the way he usually does and told Miss Hudson about the whole in cident.
"Oh Sherlock," she exclaimed "you're not okay, I can see it in your eyes"
Sherlock was not in the mood to argue even though he did not want to admit that he was definitely not okay.
The lady at the desk had just got word that John Watson was in critical condition but would most likely be okay although he would have to stay at the hospital for several days. The desk lady told Sherlock and Miss Hudson about John's condition and told them that they should go home and get some sleep. They walked outside and got in a cab. They went back home but Miss Hudson was pretty upset that John would have to spend his birthday in a hospital bed with a bullet hole threw his shoulder.
As they got home Sherlock went to his bed and fell asleep, he woke up at 12am, 1am, and every hour after. When he woke up for the last time when the sun was rising, he got dressed and went out to the sitting room. He stood there and felt like he forgot something important. But obvious, it was John. He still stood there for many more moments and then went down stairs to find his Miss Hudson in the kitchen cooking. She made him food and some tea but Sherlock only took a few bites and had none of the tea. He stood up and kindly said he had to go somewhere. Sherlock started walking to the hospital which was many blocks away from his loft but didn't want to catch a cab.
When he finally got to the hospital, the lady they saw last night at the desk was just about to leave from her shift and told Sherlock that Mr. Watson was moved to room 456 and he should be aware that John was in horrific condition. Sherlock moved to the elevator, he went to the fourth floor and found John's room. When he entered he saw his pal like he never saw him before. He was wrapped in the typical hospital gown with it draped down his left shoulder; the white band aid was slowly turning red from the blood. He was wearing a cast on his leg; he must have broken a bone when he fell from the fence. John's eyes where closed and his face looked scraped and in pain. Sherlock took a seat as far away from the bed as he could. He pulled his legs up to his chest, put his lanky arms around them and whispered "Is this what it felt like? For you? When I-oh God. John. I'm so sorry. I am so sorry".
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"S-sherlock?" John's voice was a whisper but Sherlock could hear him. He stood up; he looked as if a small animal morphed into a bear. Sherlock walked over to John's bed side. Watson's voice became louder but it was slurred probably because of all the medication. He asked if Sherlock had let anyone know that he got shot. He of course did not but he knew that Mycroft had probably watched them walk into the hospital, with his cameras all over the place, then he most likely told Greg and Greg probably told Anderson, Sally, Molly, and everyone. It was quite obvious but it was too early in the morning for anyone to actually visit John.
Sherlock kind of chuckled under his breath realizing that Miss Hudson would be frustrated knowing that the surprise party would be off. She had already sent out the invitations and made a cake.
"You know John, your birthday is tomorrow"
"I know when my birthday is, Sherlock"
"Miss Hudson was planning a surprise party for you"
"It's not much of a surprise now is it"
"I think the party is canceled considering your condition"
"Thank god
Sherlock was glad that John was feeling better but he really hoped that John was too drugged up to remember him being crouched up on that chair. It was around 10 am now and he had to go tell the DI what exactly happened to him and John last. He got in a cab and went to the police station to fill out a report even though he hated those.
Lestrade was mad of course, like every case they worked on. Also he said Mycroft told him what had happened to John. After Greg got up, many people came over to Sherlock wishing for John to get better, hoping he could go home soon, and many other sympathies from various people. When he was done, Sherlock thought about going down to see Molly but he didn't want any more "I am so sorry" bull shit. So he left.
When he got home Miss Hudson made him some tea. They sat down together in his loft; she made sure she sat down on the couch wear clients sat and not John's seat. Sherlock stared at
