The Empty Hearse: Mary MorstanSherlock turned as the door to the restaurant opened behind him, and John and the woman walked out.More Like This
'No. Not now.' John shook his head and never quite looked at Sherlock as he spoke. 'I can't do this. Not tonight. Not now. Understand why, Sherlock. You were dead. Try to be at least slightly empathetic and realise that some of us have human emotions. That your death...actually made some of us care.' He shook his head again.
If Sherlock was stung by that comment, he didn't react. He simply slid his hands into his pockets and kept his attention on John.
John hesitated. 'Tomorrow. Text me...or whatever. Just not now.' He looked briefly at Mary. 'Wait here; I'll get us a cab.'
Sherlock walked away and let out a heavy breath. Some more blood trickled from his nose and he breathed in painfully.
'He's a damn good fighter, isn't he?'
The woman (Mary. John's fiancé.) was looking at him, nearly smiling. 'Looks like he broke your nose.'
Sherlock tilted his head.
Sherlock: Stay With Me“SHERLOCK!”More Like This
Sherlock whirled just in time to see someone plunge a knife into his stomach. Sherlock froze and looked down at the bloodied dagger that was embedded into his abdomen. The attacker twisted the blade and Sherlock cried out.
“Got ya.” His attacker grinned but Sherlock - despite blood filling his mouth- managed to spit out
“I think I might have you.” he smiled as there was a click of a gun and looked at John who held the attacker to gun point.
“Bad Move.” John snarled. Sherlock’s attacker yanked the knife out of Sherlock and whirled to John, who –without hesitation- pulled the trigger. The man fell to the floor. “And stay down you bastard.” John heard Sherlock slump to the floor and groan
“Sherlock!” he yelled and rushed to his friend’s side “Are you alright?”
“’M not doin’ to well…” Sherlock slurred, his deep baritone voice was now weak and stra