A Study In Holmes(A Sheryll Holmes Novel)

One More Miracle

"John!!" Sherlock pulled on his friend's hand. Rocks fell, plummeting near Sherlock's head. One fell on his arm. The Detective yelped, his grip on John loosening.

"John, follow me and don't lose me!" He looked back, dust blocking his view. "John?"
The avalanche had ended. "John!" The Detective felt something he hadn't felt for a long time. Fear.
"JOHN!"

"Shit... Sherlock. I'm right... here." Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief. He ran to his friend's side, and was greeted by a hurt, bleeding Watson. Sherlock felt something in him break. John lay on the rocky ground, a pool of blood forming around him.

"Bloody... rock... fell on me... tried... to keep up with... you." Sherlock felt something warm and wet slide down his cheek. W-Was that a tear...?

"John, what do I... need to do? I-I have to stop the bleeding." Another tear rolled down the detective's face. He'd never felt this way before. So utterly... broken.
"Sherlock. Are you... crying?" John's breathing was getting shallow, but he managed to smile through the pain.
"I don't.. know."

John chuckled softly. The two friends stayed that way, John instructing Sherlock.
"Now, Sherlock... y-you-" John's head lolled back, unconscious.

Sherlock froze. "John? John? No no no no.. John, I need you to stay awake. Please. John. Wake up!"
Sherlock knelt. Weeks of pain piled on his shoulders, watching his Best Friend lose more and more blood. His mind froze. His. Mind. Froze.
"Oh dear God, is this how you felt when I.... Oh God. I'm so sorry, John. Forgive me. Please."

Tears were flowing down his face. Sherlock was at his most human. "John you have to wake up. I don't know what to do."

Call the police. Why do you never call the police, Sherlock?

With a gasp, and weak, trembling fingers, Sherlock pulled out his phone. "Greg. We need you. P-please."

They lost him. John Watson had lost too much blood.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes. He's gone." Sherlock fixed the doctor with a glare that could kill.
"No. No. No. You're wrong."
Sherlock pointed a shaking finger at the doctor, slowly backing away on unsteady bearings. He was tumbling, staggering backwards.
"It's a trick. He's getting me back for what I did. He's coming back. He's alive. He's alive." Sherlock knelt next to his doctor, his college, his Best Friend.

"Please. Please, John. Please be alive. It's my fault. John, I need you. I'm nothing without my blogger. Please. John."
Sherlock broke into a sobbing mess. He was broken. His. Mind. Was. Broken.
"S-Sherlock..." Molly stepped next to him. "Time to get back."
The Detective glared at her. "Leave. Me. Alone. Molly!"

Shaking, he stood next to his Friend, eyes red, holding onto his hand for life's sake. "John... please. Just one more miracle for me. Would you do that, just for me? Please. You were my Best Friend. I need you. Now. Please, John." Sherlock Holmes placed his head in his hands.

A heartbeat. The detective looked up. "Doctor! DOCTOR! He's alive!" Sherlock Holmes wept for a last time, holding onto his Friend like life would tear them apart again. "Thank you, John."