It was John. John was there. He was the victim.
His back leant against the door. He held his side tightly, as he scrunched his eyes together. Clear pain written across his face and blood beginning to pool on the floor below him.
He looked up, upon hearing Sherlock. Letting out a little bit of a choked gasp,
"Sher-lock.." he muttered, trying not to let the shock kick in just yet, "I'm so.. I'm so sorry.." he began apologizing.
Sherlock immediately began to sob as he collapsed on the floor beside John, ripping off his tie as he began to work quickly to stop the blood. The tie was long enough to wrap around John and tightly he tied it over the wound, John’s blood on his hands as he began fo uncontrollably sob.
“No... no! No.. don’t you dare apologise.. no... s-stay awake for me.. please.. I can’t...” he broke off as he pulled John into his arms, cradling him close into his warmth and body as a passerby called for an ambulance.
A few tears slid down the blogger's cheeks as Sherlock pulled him up and into his arms. The tie working a little bit.
"It.. it hurts, Sherlock.." he whined slightly, for once letting his facade fall, "I'm so sorry... so sorry..." he repeated, a shaky but bloody hand moving to cradle the detective's cheek.
Sherlock’s eyes widened in horror at this, as tears slid down his own cheeks. Wanting this to stop, wanting to take the pain away, wanting to do anything to make the man he loved better. Wishing it wasn't real. But the sobs become more painful the more he watched as he began to rock slightly with John in his arms, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“N-No.. John.. we only just.. we only just begun.. we have s-so much to do.. I was.. g-gonna take you to Scotland.. where I played as a boy.. g-go on dates... make d-dinner - with you.. you can’t.. you can’t...” he sobbed in breathless gasps as he held him closer, his big strong arms holding to him so protectively, refusing to let go of him.
"Sher.. Sherlock.. please.. d-don't cry." John attempted a weak smile, only faltering as another sharp pang of pain hit him,
"It's ok.. it'll be ok," he mumbled, shakily bringing one of his hands to Sherlock's and pulled it over to put pressure on the wound. Murmuring softly to Sherlock, in an attempt to reassure the detective. Almost attempting to calm him.
Sherlock never cried. Never. To be crying now, over John being shot, showed just how much he couldn’t live without him as well as love him. He pressed his hand to the wound, feeling the blood seeping from it and he couldn’t help but choke a sob as he couldn’t help but cry.
“I don’t.. w-want... want to live... without y-you...” he cried as he held tightly to the blogger, and for Sherlock to say he couldn’t live without John, nor wanted to live a life without him, showed how devoted he truly was.
"And I..I without you.." John's face grew paler and felt even more lightheaded.
"I love you... Sherlock.." he scrunched his eyes again for a moment, before looking back up to the detective, "and... and I'm so sorry... that I-I didn't listen to you.. you were right.." he spoke, the temptation to close his eyes and give into the unconsciousness frowning by the second as he lost more blood.
Sherlock noticed the shift in John’s body and consciousness and his eyes were wide in horror, holding so much tighter and closer to John, his hand now covered in blood, still giving pressure to the gun shot wound.
“And I love you J-John..” he cried as he rocked back and forth a little, heart heavy and aching painfully. He shook his head at this, spluttering and crying uncontrollably.
“Hush.. no... stop.. just s-s-stay with m-me... please.. please?” He begged, eyes now red and blotchy but still sharp greeny blue within. In the distance was the sound of the ambulance or police though Sherlock was zoned in on John and John only as he sobbed like he was already grieving.
That was John couldn't hold back the fight for consciousness anymore and he lost it. His heart till beating but only a little slower than its original pace.
Paramedics rushed in quickly, as so did police officers and Greg. They rushed over quickly,
"sir, move away from the victim, please." One of the paramedics asked, "we need you to move now." He repeated himself as the other placed the stretcher on the floor.
Sherlock stared at John who was now flopped in his arms, refusing to take his gaze away from the man he loved, only just registering people were around him as he rocked back and forth like a madman, sobbing continuously.
“No...” he breathed as he buried his face into John’s blonde hair, the scent of the shampoo he used in the early afternoon filling his nostrils as he closed his eyes. His grip on John tightened protectively as he howled into John’s hair, a howl of pure pain me heartbreak.
Greg's heart almost skipped a beat at the sight. Immediately running over to the pair and paramedics, his hands holding onto Sherlock's shoulders.
"Sherlock, please. You need to let the paramedics take him." He ordered, soft yet stern.
"If not, he will die. Please Sherlock... do it for him. I know it hurts but we haven't got time." He spoke, attempting to help the paramedics prize Sherlock away from John, so they could at least try to help..
His arms were wrapped around the detective's shoulders, "please.. for him, Sherlock." He pleaded.
Sherlock’s hold on John only tightened as he felt someone touching him, immediately tensing and growling as he continued to sob, the man a mess, the man not coping with this very well. As soon as he felt the paramedics begin to pull him away he screamed, cried harder as he pushed himself back to John, a struggle beginning to take place as he began to become distraught and dangerous, no one ever witnessing Sherlock like this. Though he fell backwards at Greg’s arms on his shoulders and he began - to howl and sob, trying to escape Greg’s hold, red, crying eyes locked on John.
“NO! NO! JOHN.. I WANT JOHN... HE IS MY BOYFRIEND... I H-HAVE A LIFE WITH HIM!” He rambled, his mouth working faster than his mind, sobbing as he collapsed back into Greg’s chest as he still tried to escape his grip.
"Sherlock! Sherlock.. calm down. Please!" Greg ordered, holding the distressed detective as he held him close and now cuddled him, in an attempt to calm him.
"Sherlock. Please, listen to me.. if you didn't let him go with them he wouldn't at all have a chance..." he paused, noticing how stern he sounded and decided to use a more soft tone, "we'll follow him in my car and we can call Mycroft on the way, if you want?" He asked.
Sherlock was almost acting like a child, but it was clear that he was distressed and a mess without the blogger, his blogger. He really couldn’t live without him. He sobbed so loud as he watched the paramedics take his unconscious lover, immediately collapsing into Greg’s chest as he let him cuddle him, grasping at Greg’s coat like he was a lifeline. He didn’t even answer, just sobbing, full of so much emotion and heartbreak, even if John was still alive, he couldn’t cope with him in pain
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A Study In Sleep
Fanfiction-- It's been months since Sherlock has returned and he's beginning to feel something for his blogger. It first starts off with them both falling asleep on the sofa together and John not opening up about things. Will John open up and will they discov...
