Sherlock tapped his fingers on the desk, waiting patiently (or not) for Lestrade to return with the case file. His phone beeped and he hurriedly grabbed it out, glad for some distraction.
1 New Message – John Watson
Frowning curiously, he opened the text. According to the time, John should still be at work.
Sherlock, could you please come down to the surgery? – JW
Even more curious.
Yes, of course – any specific reason? – SH
He waited for a moment, before his phone beeped again.
I'm not feeling well. – JW
John, you're in a medical clinic. – SH
I know. – JW
Sherlock frowned again, this time more concerned than curious. Forgetting about the case, he jumped to his feet and strode out of the Yard.
"I don't care about your records, they are completely irrelevant. I do not find that an appointment is necessary – " "Sherlock." John smiled slightly as we walked out of his office, much to the relief of the exasperated secretary. "John." the consulting detective shot the woman a triumphant look and crossed over to him. "John, what's the matter?" "I just needed to see you. Can we go home? I've had enough of the clinic." "Sure…" he nodded, "whatever you wish."
The pair walked out of the office in silence, not conversing until they were out in the street. "I'm glad you came." The doctor smiled honestly. Sherlock smiled back, "Anytime, John. Now, do tell me what the matter is. I won't find anything silly, I assure you." He sighed as they walked out. "One of my patients may not make it. I found out earlier today and cancelled my lunch date with Sarah. She dumped me, just like that. Says I was being immature and didn't have my priorities right."
Sherlock was amused by the last sentence. She did, did she? he thought, but quickly snapped out of it, wrapping an arm around him comfortingly as they walked. "I'm so sorry, John." The other man shook his head, "Don't be – she may have been right." he relaxed into the reassuring touch. Sherlock made no further comment, not wanting to press the matter.