*John POV*
"Sh...Sherlock?"
"Its okay."
I shift, feeling my clothes stick to my body in an unnatural manner.
"Sherlock? What happened?"
The floor is cold, something warm soaking into my clothes.
"I had to. I'm sorry. Please...please dont be...be mad at...at me."
"Just talk to me."
"It hurts. Its hurts John."
"What does?"
I start moving again, trying to loosen myself from Sherlocks weakening grip.
"Stop. Please don't."
"Dont what? Let me look at you."
"No!"
Sherlock starts coughing, whimpering softly as he pushes me off of him.
"I'm going to find a light switch, and you are going to lie down."
"Don't, please."
I get up slowly, falling back down when I realize my leg is injured.
"Stop it John, you're going to hurt yourself."
"You matter more, let me find a light. Ill be right back, alright?"
He doesnt respond, so I can only assume he is nodding. I reach around, trying to find something to pull myself up again, and eventually find a chair and pull myself to my feet.
"Please John..."
"Its alright, I promise. Ill be right back."
My leg goes numb about half way down the wall, giving out just as I find the switch and turn it on.
"John?"
"I'm okay. Give me a moment, I'm coming right back."
I start dragging myself back around the corner, yelling when I get around it and see the bodies. Sherlock is sitting in a pool of blood, and a glance down reveals that I am covered as well.
"Sherlock..."
"I'm sorry. I...I had to."
"Its alright. Do you have your mobile?"
He shakes his head, still refusing to move.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm scared John."
"Of what? We'll get out, I swear."
"We can't."
"Why shouldn't we?"
"Mycroft can't find us."
"How do you mean?"
"This isn't Jims house. Its Sebastians or somewhere else, I...I don't recognize it."
I pull myself back to Sherlock, wincing as he pulls me to lean against the wall.
"Let me see what they did to you."
"Sherlock, I'm fine. What happened to you? This blood is yours."
He moves his hands slowly, showing me his side for a moment before re-applying pressure.
"Okay. I can fix this, just give me a few minutes. Alright?"
"Please."
"I will. I promise. Keep pressure on it, just like with Mycroft."
I pull myself up again, fighting against the pain in my leg just long enough to make it to the kitchen before I need to stop and take a break again.
