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"SHERLOCK!" John shouted in desperation. But it was too late. The car had already hit the detective. He lay on the road, unmoving. As John ran over to Sherlock, he saw the driver get out. She saw the concern on his face.

"Is this your friend?" she asked him. John nodded. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I didn't see him coming; he just ran into the road so quickly..."

"It's not your fault. He has no concern for his own personal safety. I knew it would get him in trouble one of these days. I just wish it didn't have to be now. Or ever, really." John looked over at Sherlock, who still hadn't gotten up.

"Is he dead?"

"No, he's just knocked out," John said, feeling Sherlock's pulse.

"Will he be okay?"

"I don't know." John examined Sherlock some more. "He's definitely going to live, but beyond that it's hard to say. I don't see any major external injuries, but he might be injured inside. I'll have to take him to the hospital."

"Are you a doctor?"

"Yes."

"Well I'm really sorry, and I hope your friend's okay, doctor..."

"John Watson."

"So if you're Watson, then..." She gasped. "I just ran over Sherlock Holmes! I am so, so, sorry. I'm going to need some time to deal with the guilt. Again, I'm really sorry. Goodbye, Watson!"

•••

"Hello, this is DI Lestrade from Scotland Yard."

"Hi. It's me, John."

"Has Sherlock solved the case yet?"

"About that..."

"What?"

"Well, I think Scotland Yard is going to have to handle this one by itself."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't think Sherlock will be able to solve the murder for you very soon, and I don't think I'll be able to either, so you'd better get to work on it."

"Did something happen?"

"Oh, I might as well just say it. Sherlock got hit by a car."

"WHAT?"

"He was reckless as usual, and... he got hit by a car."

"Is he okay?"

"He's in the hospital. He should be fine, but I really don't know. The doctors didn't let me do a thorough examination of him. I guess they didn't want me to freak out immediately if something was wrong."

"Well tell him to get better."

"I will, as soon as he wakes up."

"Wakes up? Oh dear."

"Well, let's hope he gets better soon. Good luck solving the crime."