Sherlock's daughter.

Verdict.

I impatiently walked in sat in the chair, next to Sherlock. He had his fingers touching eachother the way he does when he thinks. I had mine the same way. John paced about.
"John. Stop. Your making me dizzy," Sherlock spoke.
"Stop!? How can you be so calm?" John stopped.
"Because worrying won't make the jury choose our side no will it?" Sherlock asked.
He huffed.
"No. I suppose it won't," he nodded and sat.
We sat there for what seemed like an eternity though I knew it had only been 3 minutes. We waited some more until we knew that they were ready.

We walked in.
"The Judy has reached a verdict. Vivian Rose Watson-Holmes, will stay with- JOHN WATSON AND SHERLOCK HOLMES," he spoke.
I jumped up and hugged them both.
John kissed him forehead.
"I told you. Not as long as I'm a-a-a," he collapsed.
"John!" I shrieked.
Sherlock and I bent down and tried to access the cause.
Sherlock called an ambulance.
"John! John! Please! No!" I yelled. As I felt for a pulse.
I found one. It was weak and fading fast.
"Come on! John! Please don't die. I need you. We need you!" I begged.
The ambulance took him to the hospital where they took X-rays and cat scans and a whole bunch of other stuff.
I sat in the waiting room with Sherlock.
"Sherlock? I asked.
He just starred.
"What do you think happened?" I asked.
"There are thousands of explanations," he spoke.
"How many end up with John- you know- gone?" I asked.
"Thousands." He spoke.
"How many end up with John alive?"
"Hundreds," he spoke.
I sat. Then I stood.
"I  can't just sit here!" I yelled.
"Oh good cause I can't either," he stood.
"I say we mind palace the court and see if he was injected with or if someone poured something in his drink. Or," I spoke.
"Ok," he nodded.
So into the mind palaces we went.
Nope.
Nope.
Nope.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Nope.
Nope.
YES!