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Sherlock tumbled through the air. John forced himself to watch, he wasn't going to deny his friend's last request.
Then he was running. Running to be by his side, to hold hid hand, to bring him back. He kneeled at his side as people began to gather around the body
'Sherlock' he whispered 'Sherlock, please' his voice was hoarse, though from what he wasn't sure.
He heard sirens, they vaguely registered as "Police" somewhere in the back of his mind, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was lying in front of him. Motionless, bloodied; yet somehow still mysterious. With his cheekbones and turned up collar. John shook, controlling his tears; this wasn't the time to cry.
Someone grabbed at his shoulders, trying to tear him away from the fallen corpse; John pulled back, he was not going to let go of his friend's hand. Not now. Not ever.
'Sherlock' he whispered again 'Please...don't so this to me. Don't leave me here'
He kissed him on the forehead, he tasted the blo