Sherlock. [There's an annoyed bite to John's tone as he shoves the other man's hand off and starts forward. it's not dangerous or Sherlock would be calling for him eagerly. So that means it's upsetting. Very upsetting if Sherlock's suggesting foregoing a case to sit around and eat, not to mention playing a game he never wins at.
The doctor shoves his gun back into his waistband so he has both hands ready. It's probably a body. Probably a familiar body. John's mind turns immediately to Sarah. Oh, god, if she got wrapped up in-
He halts, mind going blank as he stares at the body.
That's not Sarah.
Mousy blonde hair (dyed these days to keep the grey away), a square jaw and a nose that matches his own, beer belly, loud clothes and make-up, the scent of alcohol. Harry. It's Harry. His Harry. Very suddenly, John is motion, dropping to his knees, checking for a pulse that isn't going to be there.]
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The doctor shoves his gun back into his waistband so he has both hands ready. It's probably a body. Probably a familiar body. John's mind turns immediately to Sarah. Oh, god, if she got wrapped up in-
He halts, mind going blank as he stares at the body.
That's not Sarah.
Mousy blonde hair (dyed these days to keep the grey away), a square jaw and a nose that matches his own, beer belly, loud clothes and make-up, the scent of alcohol. Harry. It's Harry. His Harry. Very suddenly, John is motion, dropping to his knees, checking for a pulse that isn't going to be there.]
Ambulance! Call an ambulance now, Sherlock.