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Crash. It was dark, and John was asleep. His immediate reaction was to take his gun out of the nightstand, but after a moment he realized that it was probably Sherlock. But he decided he wouldn't be able to sleep until he was absolutely certain- Sherlock had collapsed. His flatmate was lying on the remains of the coffee table, which had fallen under his weight. John dropped his gun and ran to press two fingers to Sherlock's neck. He couldn't feel a pulse. Numbly, he called the emergency number and screamed into the receiver. Then, he rushed back to Sherlock's side and began chest compressions. Nothing was working and he screamed and scream

Preview: “Yes but you are in love with John.” *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* John yawned, stretching his arms and turning over to look at the alarm clock. The time was displayed in rude neon letters and he had to wait for his eyes to focus until he could read the time. Half past seven. He sighed and allowed himself to lay back for one more moment. Half past seven and he could hear Sherlock shouting downstairs. But he could only blame himself, really. He had only agreed to come to the Holmes estate when Mycroft had practically bribed him into coming because his brother had only agreed to come and celebrate his own mother’s birthday if