Sherlock sickfics!

Crash!

"God Sherlock you can not drive for shit!" John yelled before turning back in his seat to see if anyone was trying to gang up behind them.

"Well, I'm trying to chase these idiots that call themselves criminals on this narrow road!" Sherlock fired back. John just rolled his eyes in response.

John was sitting in the back seat of a car Sherlock hijacked looking out making sure no one was behind them, while Sherlock was driving, chasing the people in the car ahead who stole from banks all around London.

Soon they were on a very curvy road with forests all around them. The detective pushed on the gas harder. They were so close to the car ahead, they were finally going to catch the culprits, justice was going to be served!

But then things went downhill.

Quite literally.

Before either of the boys could process what was going on, there was a terrible screeching noise before they felt the car go down a very steep hill. Then, John heard something like a water bottle being crushed, finally, everything went black.

John woke a few minutes later.

He quickly looked around at his surroundings before deducting what happened. There was broken class littered in the back seat of the car. Suddenly John remembered he wasn't the only one in the car.

Sherlock.

John opened the door, with great difficulty, before falling to the grass on the ground. John got to his feet, feeling a pain in his chest. 'Bruised ribs.' John thought as he leaned against the car. John then felt the metallic taste of blood. John slowly put his arm up to his lips ( as to not hurt he bruised ribs more). John felt warm liquid running from the nose to his lips. He then slowly felt his nose. 'Broken nose as well'. 

John checked over himself as quickly as he could, once he saw he was in no grave danger, he walked quickly over to the front of the car and gasped at what he saw.

The front of was smashed into a tree and smoked slowly raised from the automobile. John ran over towards the driver seat and opened the door. Sherlock was sitting in the driver's seat clearly unconscious, his head up against the steering wheel.

"Sherlock?" John said loudly, hoping he would wake up.

He didn't.

John broke the window next to Sherlock, hoping he could get Sherlock out like that since there was clearly no way he was going to get that smashed door opened. John carefully grabbed his flatmate by the shoulders before moving to Sherlock's waist and pulling his light body out f the car as carefully as he possibly could. 

John then carefully slid down to the ground and laying Sherlock down and putting his head on his lap.

John then began to inspect his flatmate for severe injuries. 'bruises, cuts, and defiantly a broken leg, and potentially two cracked ribs,' John thought to himself as he examined his friend. 

John suddenly remembered he had a phone. A surge of hope coursed through his body as he carefully raised his hand towards his coat pocket and pulled out his phone.

He pulled up his message app and clicked on Lestrade's icon first, deciding he would be the best for the situation at the moment. 

There was a car crash, Sherlock's unconsciouses we are somewhere near maiden road,  send help asap- JH

Unfortunately, the text did not send. There was no signal where they were. " Shit!" John said under his breath.

 " Okay, Sherl I need you to wake up!" John said patting his face before checking his pulse again, he was okay for now.

John then sent a text to Donovan, Ms. Hudson ( he was not sure why he sent her a message but anyone would do) and finally, he sent Mycroft a message, hoping they would get signal and all the messages would send.

" Come on you bastard get up I need to make sure you're okay!" John said angrily. Sherlock did not stir.

"Fine, I'm going to go look for help!"  John muttered angrily before gently sliding Sherlock onto the ground and getting up slowly, as to not hurt his ribs more.

He looked around. All there was around them were trees. Trees and trees and trees, it never seemed to stop. John wanted to find some road but he defiantly did not want to leave Sherlock here all by himself, not knowing how bad Sherlock might be until he wakes up. John wandered around a bit before slowly heading back towards the car and where he left his best friend. John felt helpless, and for the first time in a long time, he could not do anything about it. He just had to hope that someone would come before it's too late.

John could see the car in the distance, he walked slowly back to the car, hoping he would wake up and this would all be a dream.

 "John!"

John looked around, wondering who was calling his name.

"John?" Said the voice again, but this time the voice sounded desperate.

Sherlocks awake.

John ran as fast as he possibly could (Which wasn't that fast) trying to get the Sherlock. When he got there, Sherlock was laying where he had left him, breathing hard. John ran to his side and got to his knees to check his friend.

" Are you okay?" John asked urgently, know it was a dumb question right after it left his mouth.

" No, of course, I'm not bloody okay!" Sherlock hissed.

Jhoon did some exams on the detective finding nothing to life-threatening. A broken leg, broken ribs, and a minor concussion. John attended to his flatmate the best he possibly could. And after they just stayed there John shaking Sherlock so he wouldn't fall asleep and just waiting, hoping help would come.

John shook Sherlock for what felt like the 50th time making sure he wouldn't fall asleep. Sherlock muttered under his breath insults towards John. But John didn't care, because he could hear sirens in the distance. John felt like it was Christmas! No, he felt more joy than Christmas, it was a feeling of joy and relief he has ever felt in his life.

The sirens got closer every second. John got up, wincing with pain, before walking towards the noise.

He saw an ambulance with its lights blinding him, he looked away from the ambulance and saw Mycroft with his bloody umbrella talking to one of the medics. One medic noticed him and quickly;y walked towards him, forcing him to follow and sit down on the ambulances step. " Someone go get Sherlock! He's lying on the ground through there!" John yelled, his force hoarse, and pointing from where he came from. Medics grabbed a stretcher and ran towards where John pointed.

Mycroft slowly walked up to where John was sitting looking down upon him. But then John thought something. " Wait, how did you find us? I thought I didn't have any servi-" 

" Ugh ordinary people and their ordinary little brains. I obviously tracked where Sherlock was- like I always do- and thought it quite odd that he was laying in the middle of a forest for an hour." Mycroft replied. John smiled, realizing everything was going to be okay. 

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I'm thinking of starting a Harry Potter fanfic, what do you guys think?

- Atlas