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2021-07-04 08:23 am (UTC)
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Joan follows the EMTs as they hustle Ted up the stairs and out to the ambulance. One of the paramedics stops her.
"Ma'am, please step back."
"I'm his girlfriend..."
"We need all the space in the ambulance to take care of him."
"But..."
Then there's a hand on her arm, and Joan looks over in surprise to see Sherlock holding her arm. He hardly ever touches her outside of emergencies.
"Let them work, Watson," he says softly.
Joan bites her lip, and steps back.
"We'll take good care of him," the EMT promises. "He'll be at St. Bart's."
With that the paramedic hops into the ambulance and closes the door, and it races off, sirens blaring.
Joan watches it go, then lowers her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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Date: 2021-07-04 08:23 am (UTC)"Ma'am, please step back."
"I'm his girlfriend..."
"We need all the space in the ambulance to take care of him."
"But..."
Then there's a hand on her arm, and Joan looks over in surprise to see Sherlock holding her arm. He hardly ever touches her outside of emergencies.
"Let them work, Watson," he says softly.
Joan bites her lip, and steps back.
"We'll take good care of him," the EMT promises. "He'll be at St. Bart's."
With that the paramedic hops into the ambulance and closes the door, and it races off, sirens blaring.
Joan watches it go, then lowers her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.