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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 screamed and screamed-
"John." There was a hand on his shoulder now, and John's brain whirled. His face was pressed into something soft and dark.
He was in bed, covered in sweat. A dream, he assured himself. But it felt so real.
"You were screaming again."
"Every night you scream." Sherlock bit his bottom lip. "It was worse