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John stayed on the ground for about 15 minuted before he decided he couldn't stay there. Sadly, his body was too weak to even stand up. He crawled over to his pants, fumbling with it as he tried to get his phone. His wrists had been tied together, so everything was twice as hard to do. Eventually, he managed to get his phone out and dialed Lestrade from behind his back. He'd call Sherlock, but he didn't think he could handle being deducted. Not now.
                          
"Hello?" a familiar voice asked. John put it on speaker, his body trembling. Everything hurt.
                          
"G...Greg I-I...need help..." he whispered, his voice hoarse from the screaming. His voice was barely even a whisper.
                          
Lestrade tensed as he heard John's voice. Something had happened. Not only could he tell this from the voice, but from the fact that John was asking for help. "Where are you?" he quickly asked, grabbing his things and quickly going outside and into his car.
                          
"I-I, um..." he furrowed his brows, trying to place himself once more. "A-At a pool...th-the, uh...one i-in Westminster..." he croaked out, his breathing heavy. He attempted to say as he put his underwear back on as to not be completely bare when he arrived.
                          
"John? John, try to stay with me." 
                          
Soon, Lestrade managed to get to the pool and looked around, then rushed over to John and gently held his shoulders, the severity of the situation hitting him. "Oh, bloody hell..." he muttered, taking his pocket knife and releasing John from the binds. "Come on...let's get you up." he said, his gaze soft. He knew what had happened...but he never thought it would happen to John.
                          
John whimpered a bit, looking over at the male. His body was littered in scratches and bruises; the side of his face bloody and scratched from being pushed against the wall. He was wearing nothing but his briefs, trembling. "I...I-I don't th...think I can walk...o-or even stand up." he whispered hoarsely.
                          
Lestrade nodded gently and sighed, gently taking John's arm and putting it around his neck, helping the male lift himself off the ground. "Up we go." he said gently. The man had never seen John his broken and distressed. He'd seen sexual assault cases before, but to see one in someone he considered a friend...it was heartbreaking.
                          
John held onto Lestrade, his breathing heavy as he shut his eyes, the discomfort he felt increasing. "I-I'm sorry, I-...I-I didn't know wh...who else to call, I-I was...i-it..."
                          
"No, it's okay, John. You don't have to say anything." he said gently, holding the male close. He knew perfectly well what had happened. The blood, the binds, the fact that he had obviously been completely undressed and state John was in. How could he not know? He was a police officer who'd seen hundreds of rape cases and victims.
                          
John shut his eyes, clutching onto the male's coat as he let out a deep, shaky sigh. Lestrade gently placed him on the wall as he grabbed his clothes, putting them in a bag and returning over to help John to his car. "Come on...let's get you to the hospital."