"Sherlock!"
John stands in the doorway, mute as Mycroft shakes Sherlocks shoulder.
"Call 999. Now!"
He still doesnt move, tears falling silently.
"John!"
Mycroft is close to tears himself, desperately holding onto Sherlock.
"Sherlock! Please Sherlock...wake up..."
I sit down, sniffing carefully at Sherlocks limp fingers. They smell of smoke, obviously he has been using recently. I follow the sickly smell, finding an empty pill bottle and a few needles stashed under his discarded coat in the corner. A paper is pinned to the sleeve, crinkling as Mycroft pulls it off.
"John...please...call 999, please...he needs help."
John blinks out of his daze, fingers shaking as he pulls out his mobile.
"He...he...overdosed...please..."
He cant speak, dropping his mobile and falling to his knees. The call is on speaker, operator speaking calmly to us.
"Calm down sir. What is your emergency?"
Mycroft reaches over, grabbing the cell carefully.
"My...my brother...overdosed. Send help....please..."
"What is your location?"
He says something suddenly, starting to yell at the operator.
"Please sir, you need to calm down. What is your address?"
Mycroft gives our location, starting to break down again. John is crying, but he hasnt moved from the doorway since he came over.
"Sherlock!"
He doesnt move, breathing shallow and uneven. Mycroft continues yelling at Sherlock, words too distorted to be heard. I start howling, running to Shelrocks side and lying on his chest. Mycroft tries to move me, yelling again when I nip at his hand.
"Get away from him."
He tries again to shove me off of him again, yelping when I bite his hand harder. I draw blood, the taste metallic on my tongue. The doors downstairs slam open, several sets of footsteps pounding on the metal stairs. I spring away from Sherlock, dashing out the room and to the top of the stairs. The paramedics notice me when I start barking, sprinting upstairs and shoving past the boys to find Sherlock.
"Get him in the ambulance, you two can't both come. You can call a cab or ride separately, but we can only take one of you."
Mycroft refuses to leave Sherlocks side, hopping into the back with Sherlock. I am left with John, watching them drive away. He grabs my leash, not leaving the doorway. He sits hard on the gravel, pulling me against him and crying against my shoulder.
