forum Love is an incredibly curious thing indeed. (Sherlock one on one) (Closed!)

Started May 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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Sherlock ran up ahead, spotting something. Suddenly the feeling of a knife piercing his stomach shot through him.

John looked around the alley for clues, noticing Sherlock dart off ahead and do the same. Looking down, he saw foot prints. “Hey Sherlock, I think I fou- Sherlock!” He yells, running over to his friend’s side.

"John….. get help…." Sherlock mumbled, watching his attacker run off.

John clumsily tore a piece of the hem of his shirt off and held it to the wound. “Hold this here and do not fall asleep.” Hesitating, he ran towards Lestrade. “We need an ambulance! Now!” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heal and quickly made his way back to Sherlock.

Sherlock stood up, clutching at his wound, and attempted to go after the criminal. Unfortunately due to being stabbed he could barely stand up, let alone chase after someone.

Sherlock saw John running towards him. He tried to walk closer but collapsed due to the pain.

With Lestrade practically on his back after giving the order, John turned to him. “You have to go after that man. I’ll stay with Sherlock.” He panted. “Light brown hair, some stubble, black clothes and hood. That way.” He pointed in the direction the man had run off, watching as Lestrade and a team of seven other men followed.

"John… I'm sorry…" Sherlock said.

John looked back down at Sherlock. “Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault. Just rest.”

"I was an idiot. A complete idiot." he said.

“You haven’t done anything. Just rest your head.”

"I lied to you for two years. I'm so sorry."

Closing his eyes, John took a deep breath. “Well, yes. You did do that didn’t you.” He paused. “I forgive you. Now shut up and rest. I do not want you dying for real this time.”

"I'm not going to die, I have my doctor with me." Sherlock smiled weakly.

John gave a small chuckle, staring down at Sherlock. “Yes. You do.”

"I'll be fine. How soon will the ambulance get here?"

“I belive a minute or so.” John said, turning his head to look back at the street.

Sherlock leaned up into a sitting position against some bins. "I've actually lost count on the amount of times I've been stabbed. Funny."

( Gtg. I’ll be back on in about 30 minutes.)

(Bye!)

Sherlock leaned up into a sitting position against some bins. "I've actually lost count on the amount of times I've been stabbed. Funny."

“Well of course. Who wouldn’t want to stab you at times.” John said with raised eyebrows.

"Very funny John." Sherlock rolled his eyes.

John grinned, turning at the sound of the sirens. “It’s here.”

"We've been surprisingly calm despite the fact I've been dying of blood loss." Sherlock chuckled.

John laughed. ”Yes we have, but only because I am your doctor.” He smiled. “Now let’s get you into that ambulance so you don’t die.” As he said this, they took him away on the stretcher, John hopping in the ambulance beside Sherlock.