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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. ]

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[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?