Sherlock advent drabbles :D
Today's word is: Owie
"John," says Sherlock through gritted teeth, "I am fine."
"You're bleeding out onto the sofa," points out John.
"It's all relative." Sherlock huffs. "I could be bleeding a lot more." He pulls his arm out of John's grasp.
John yanks it right back. "You need stitches. Now hold still."
"You can be be very tedious, you know, sometimes, John," snarls Sherlock. He tries to twist out of John's grip.
"Look," John has to pin him down with both hands, "do you want to go to A&E or do you want to do this here? Because I'm quite happy to take you down to the hospital if..."
Sherlock purses his lips. After a moment he says, "We'll do it here."
"Good." John relaxes his hold when Sherlock stops struggling. "Now, I'll need to disinfect it first so..."
As soon as John lets go completely, Sherlock rolls onto his side and cradles his arm out of John's reach.
John clenches his jaw. "I've had two-year olds who are better patients than you, you know."
"Mrs Hudson!" calls Sherlock over his shoulder. "John says he'd like to move out! Will you give him his deposit back?"
No feedback yet
Form is loading...