The cab drove hastily through the streets of London, as I sat on the tattered leather seat, waiting impatiently. After what seemed like an eternity, the black car pulled up in the centre of the road, next to the hospital.
Fumbling with the handle, I thrust open the cumbersome metal door, jumping out of the car and striding forwards on the stained paving. My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket, the familiar ringtone resonating in the silence.
"John." Pressing the phone to my ear, his deep voice echoed through the speakers.
"What's wrong Sherlock, are you okay?" I spoke composedly, used to his constant outbursts. When all I heard was his laboured breaths, I quickened my pace, running alongside the departing cab towards the building. The modern hospital stood altitudinous yet statuesque, thirteen stories high, cream bricks framing the expensive glass.
"Stay where you are John, don't move," His voice was thick, dripping with emotion.
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Chinatown, London. Martin Freeman during filming o..."What? Of course I'm coming in!" I protested, my face twisted in confusion.
"Just do as I ask," He continued. "Please."
Halting in my tracks, my bloodshot eyes darted up until I noticed a dark figure standing dangerously close to the edge of the roof. Sherlock's woollen knee-length coat flapped in the icy gusts of mid-winter, his dark hair ruffled messily. My eyes widened in shock, the first tendrils of fear beginning to grasp onto my mind. Even from the distance, I could see his eyes focused on me, as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Goodbye John."
The elevated beating of my heart momentarily stopped as his words processed; the finality of his tone was haunting.
"No!" The words slipped out of my mouth, my voice adamant. "Don'tâ¦"
His head dipped forwards slightly, as in one fluid movement, he tossed his...