The detective was quick to follow the doctor - maybe too quick, as though he knew something was going to happen. Or at least had his suspicions.

Sherlock brow sank in concentration as he stooped by the man's other side. Rather than analyzing the man's condition, he seemed to be searching him for clues; the why rather than the how. Ever so swift to jump on a lead for a case.

"No, no- hang in there!" Sherlock started to nearly shout. "Who did this?"

The man was unresponsive, though, choking on blood, his body shaking violently as he held a hand to his throat. He clutched at John's sleeve, shaking his head. He seemed to be mouthing 'why?' and 'help me', until suddenly, he stopped doing anything.

"I called an ambulance!" the waiter shouted in a panic. "T-they should be here soon! Oh god, is he dead?"