Chapter 7

~Greg Lestrade Point of View
"I should've made sure that he arrived safely..."
"How were you supposed to do that? Hold his hand?" Mycroft asked, I knew he was right but I felt really guilty.
"I don't know, I just got to find him. He is John's son for God's sake."'
"And he is my nephew Greg. So calm down and do what you do best."
Lestrade puts on his coat and runs down the stairs, in less than five minutes he is in his car.
Some time later he stops in front of the gates of the graveyard and gets out of his car as fast as he can.
Then he runs all the way to Sherlock's grave...
When he is 65 feet away from the headstone he sees the boy, he runs even faster and kneels down next to Hamish.
"Come on Hamish, wake up son."
Lestrade takes Hamish' pulse it's very weak and the boy is probably supercooled, due to the rain and the temperatures at night.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls an ambulance, the boy in his arms still doesn't move.
"Come on Hamish, you're dad needs you." he whispers, unsure if the boy can hear him or not.

About twenty minutes later the ambulance arrives and Hamish is taken to the hospital, Lestrade drives back home to pick up Mycroft so they can pay John a visit.

~John Watson Point of View
The man has been pacing up and down the hallway and looks like he woke up from a dream when the bell rings.
"I am coming!" he yells, praying that Lestrade and his son are at the door.
When he opens the door his heart shrinks when he sees both Mycroft and Greg, but no Hamish.
"Can we come in, John?" Mycroft asks, professional as always.
"We found Hamish, John..."
"What no, is he alright? Tell me he's alright Greg...!" John cries out desperately, Lestrade doesn't know what to say.
"Not your greatest opening sentence Greg. He is quite alright John, they've taken him to the hospital."
John can feel the ground dissapearing beneath him, his legs feel weak and his hand is trembling; just like it always used to.
When he is able to get himself back together he talks again.
"Take me to the hospital..." he whispers.
Lestrade nods and Mycroft puts his arm around John, in an attempt to comfort the man his brother had loved so dearly.
The three of them walked to the car and got it, Lestrade drove off whilst Mycroft sat next to Sherlock on the backseat.
"Are you alright?" Mycroft asks, he feels uncomfortable.
"I am quite alright. Sadly enough it isn't about me, I wonder how my son is."