Sherlock is almost ready to come up with an explanation when he is interrupted.
By his phone.
John.
He curses, pulls out his phone. Holding the phone to his ear, he snaps, " What? What is it?"
" Sherlock," John says, and his voice shakes as he does, " something's wrong."
" What? What's wrong? Is it Molly?" A thousand scenarios race through his head and his visions blurs, and he almost falls over. He feels a hand hold him steady.
" The cord, it's, um, it's wrapped round the baby's neck. The heart rate keeps dropping. . . she's asking for you, Sherlock," he grinds out.
Sherlock doesn't realise it, but he begins to run. He pushes people out the way, barely hearing their complaints.
He doesn't care.
They don't understand how desperate he is.
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