[Mycroft rarely yelled, but this was an unfortunate special occasion. Suddenly Sherlock was on the ground, seizing, falling far too fast for the older brother to catch him. He curses in several different languages under his breath--he was instantly at his side, dialing emergency services on his clunky phone.]
Yes? I need an ambulance immediately at--
[His voice caught as the sight of his brother possibly dying in front of him nearly sent him into a tailspin of panic and despair. Antarctica was only a facade, a code name, his reputation for being ruthless and cold. And he was. Or he thought he was. No one has seen him this expressive since they were very young.
You promised to protect him. You failed him. Poor little Sherlock...Mummy will blame you, you know.]
--at s-seventeen Mellar street. He's overdosing, seizing--I don't know what I can do--
[Helpless. Out of control. He tries to put his coat under Sherlock's head, tries to sit behind him with his hands out to catch him in case his head against would knock against the ground--
He felt his face grow hot. An inexplicable grief was clenching his heart. His little brother.
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[Mycroft rarely yelled, but this was an unfortunate special occasion. Suddenly Sherlock was on the ground, seizing, falling far too fast for the older brother to catch him. He curses in several different languages under his breath--he was instantly at his side, dialing emergency services on his clunky phone.]
Yes? I need an ambulance immediately at--
[His voice caught as the sight of his brother possibly dying in front of him nearly sent him into a tailspin of panic and despair. Antarctica was only a facade, a code name, his reputation for being ruthless and cold. And he was. Or he thought he was. No one has seen him this expressive since they were very young.
You promised to protect him. You failed him. Poor little Sherlock...Mummy will blame you, you know.]
--at s-seventeen Mellar street. He's overdosing, seizing--I don't know what I can do--
[Helpless. Out of control. He tries to put his coat under Sherlock's head, tries to sit behind him with his hands out to catch him in case his head against would knock against the ground--
He felt his face grow hot. An inexplicable grief was clenching his heart. His little brother.
Please don't die, Sherlock. Please. I beg you.]