There is only one time in his life where
Sherlock gets Greg’s name right.
John’s blood is seeping through his fingers as he
presses down on the gunshot wound and it isn’t right, none of it is. John
shouldn’t be bleeding. He shouldn’t be so pale, struggling to stay conscious.
He shouldn’t have to tell Sherlock to press harder through clenched teeth.
Sherlock has his phone pressed between
his ear and shoulder, listening to that damnable tone before finally – finally – a gruff voice greets him from
the other end.
But John suddenly goes slack underneath
him as he loses his consciousness and Sherlock can hear himself screaming John’s
name, commanding him to wake up this instant, before he start begging him not
to leave him like this. The voice on the other end is on high alert now,
demanding Sherlock’s attention.
‘Greg…please hurry. John is…’
‘Sherlock, listen to me kid, we’re on our way, we’re
tracking your phone now, keep talking.’
Sherlock keeps pressing down on the
wound, refusing to let any more blood escape, but his fingers are trembling and
it just slips out between them! ‘Greg, I didn’t…I haven’t told him…please hurry
up. I can’t lose him, please Greg…’
‘Listen to me Sherlock, I will drag him back myself so
you can tell him. We’re almost there, make sure he keeps breathing and you as
well kid. Deep breaths!’
Oh. He’s crying. Sherlock can feel the
tears run down his face and his breaths are leaving him in ragged gasps. Panic
attack. Can’t. Not now. Not with John’s life in the balance. He can hear the
sirens coming closer and Sherlock focuses on the steady rise and fall of John’s
chest. He doesn’t know if it’s been an hour or a minute before other hands
wrapped in gloves take over. Sherlock watches in a daze as John is lifted onto
a gurney and pushed into the ambulance. He sags when he sees Greg appearing in
his vision, suddenly exhausted and overwhelmed by the sight of blood on his own
‘Steady, kid, deep breaths. Come on, you
need to stay awake. In through the nose, out through the mouth. That’s it
Sherlock is clinging to Greg’s arms as
he tries to do as he is instructed and when his heart settles in his chest,
Greg helps him to his car so they can follow the ambulance.
Later, when John is out of surgery and
his doctors expect him to wake up soon, both Sherlock and Greg are waiting
patiently for the still man to wake up. Sherlock can’t tear his eyes away from
John’s face but he can feel the DI’s presence behind him.
He takes a deep breath before he speaks.
‘Thank you, Greg.’
For a moment Lestrade stays silent,
processing the clearly deliberate use of his name, but then Sherlock feels a
firm hand on his shoulder.