[The world seems to be moving around him in a most disorienting way, something he hasn't quite connected to the firm hold of hands around his waist and the distinctive smell of John's aftershave from behind him.
This is not good.
He retains enough detachment to analyse himself, and he can feel the thready nature of his pulse and the way his breathing has slowed down dramatically which, in turn, lowers the amount of needed oxygen in his body and brain. Everything is fuzzing at the edges. Where is John? He can't quite reca--Oh right, he moved out a long time ago, he lives with Mary and Rosie now. So he's alone. Right, very good. He should call an ambulance, John won't get here from his house in time.
Sherlock tries to get at his phone, but his fingers don't seem to be working too well. So he tilts his head towards the bookcase, glazed eyes fixing on the copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, and addresses that.]
I know you're watching, Mycroft, such a pedestrian place to hide surveillance equipment, so be a good big brother for once and call an ambulance for me, will you?
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This is not good.
He retains enough detachment to analyse himself, and he can feel the thready nature of his pulse and the way his breathing has slowed down dramatically which, in turn, lowers the amount of needed oxygen in his body and brain. Everything is fuzzing at the edges. Where is John? He can't quite reca--Oh right, he moved out a long time ago, he lives with Mary and Rosie now. So he's alone. Right, very good. He should call an ambulance, John won't get here from his house in time.
Sherlock tries to get at his phone, but his fingers don't seem to be working too well. So he tilts his head towards the bookcase, glazed eyes fixing on the copy of the Complete Works of Shakespeare, and addresses that.]
I know you're watching, Mycroft, such a pedestrian place to hide surveillance equipment, so be a good big brother for once and call an ambulance for me, will you?