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[worldsonly]

Ms Adler. If you've experienced any particularly grievous injuries over the last couple of years before your arrival here, be prepared to deal with them again. Don't bother with the hospital, obviously, it'll be full of idiots coming in to cry about papercuts and old stove burns.

If not, it would perhaps be in Shinichi's best interest if you looked after him for the next few days. John is -- not well, and I don't -- ggnk --

[ there's a clatter, then the sound of violent choking for several seconds as well as a scratching, as if fingers were being scrabbled over the surface of the phone, until it disconnects and sends the audio. unfortunately (or fortunately?) for Sherlock, the buttons he unintentionally selected were for the public option. ]

Comments

[worldsonly]

[ it's fortunate for both of them that Sherlock's ability to form words is hindered by his crushed windpipe, otherwise he'd probably point out that since John's injury is the one that got him invalided from the war, technically he does count as an invalid. instead, Sherlock can only make a skeptical face at him, wheezing harshly, half-raised from the floor. ]

[heartofbakerst]

[ He sighs at Sherlock's expression and reaches out with his good hand, leaning in to examine his neck. ]

What the hell..? It looks like you've been strangled. Who was it? Was someone just here?

[worldsonly]

[ Sherlock rolls his eyes and huffs indignantly, tipping his head back with a wince to allow John easier access. ] Apply some -- hhhah, hhhhah, thought to it.

[heartofbakerst]

Hm?

[ He pauses to consider, and finally, slowly nods. ]

Ohh.. right.. old injuries... I'd nearly forgotten. Let's see...

[ John leans a little closer, carefully examining the bruises. ]

Hands this large... the.. Golem?

[worldsonly]

[ since Sherlock can't see them, he'll have to take John's word for it. the placement does fit, at any rate, so he delicately shrugs his assent. ]

Sounds... hhn, plausible. Could have been -- worse.

[heartofbakerst]

Well let's pray it doesn't come to that. Can you stand?

[ He rises to his feet and holds out his hand. He doesn't exactly look perfectly steady, though. ]

Maybe you should take the bed for a little while.

[worldsonly]

[ the expression on Sherlock's face makes it very clear how little he thinks of that plan. ] Don't need... bed rest-- hhh, for a little throttling. You do. Come -- come on.

[ he waves off John's hand, his instability not escaping Sherlock's notice, and pulls himself up using the wall as support. ]

[heartofbakerst]

Sherlock, I'm fine. I'm a little.. messed up from the painkillers but.. I'm not completely useless. I have been shot before. I just want to make sure you weren't seriously injured..

[worldsonly]

[ eyebrows soaring at John's indignation, Sherlock can't help but smirk a little, bruised lips quirking up. ]

Doctors really do make, hah, the worst patients, I see. Sit down and you can -- examine me at your leisure.

[heartofbakerst]

We just don't like being told what to do by people who think they know more than us.

[ John laughs a little and smiles as well. ]

Fine.

[ He then turns for the bedroom and has a heavy seat on the bed. ] Come here, then.

[worldsonly]

[ with the occasional cough: ] God, I can't fathom how you managed in the Army, then.

[ still, he keeps a careful eye on John as they go, more concerned for him than for the swelling pressure of his own throat, and sits down easily enough. the faster John can be satisfied that Sherlock is in no more danger than he was the first time around, the faster he can go back to bed and continue recovering. ]

[heartofbakerst]

You might be surprised at what the promise of world travel and a decent pension will let you put up with.

[ Once Sherlock is near enough, John reaches out to lift his head and more closely examine the area. The bruises had grown quite a bit darker just in the few moments since Sherlock had been grabbed by this unseen force. He's breathing and talking, so there's likely been little damage to his trachea. He lets his hand cup Sherlock's neck, rubbing the muscles in the back and examining for swelling or injuries with his fingertips. ]

Looks like you check out for now.. if you have any trouble breathing or think something might have torn, you'll tell me, won't you?