Welcome to this 221B written especially for Hummingbird1759 - happy birthday my lovely!
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Passing the door of the morgue John glanced in through the window as he made his way to the Orthopaedic outpatients. Five steps past the door his brain caught up with what his eyes had seen, and he stopped, walked back and peered through once more.
Molly was in there, but not alone. John blushed and grinned, then hurried on his way to collect his injured friend.
He heard Sherlock's complaining as he reached the Orthopaedic Outpatients department.
"Oh for God's sake can't you just put a bandage on it?" beneath the disgruntled growl was a thread of pain that was not missed by the male nurse trying to re-cast Sherlock's arm.
"Mr Holmes…"
"Give over Sherlock, let the poor man do his job." John leaned in the doorway of the cubicle.
"John!" Sherlock tried to stand, but was thrust back into his chair. He sniffed. "John, can't you do it? This clumsy oaf…"
"Sorry mate I don't work here anymore, remember?"
As the younger man started to protest John held up a hand.
"However," he added, a smile tugging at his mouth, "if you quit whinging and complaining I'll give you something to store away in your Mind Palace until you can put it to good use."
Sherlock cocked an eyebrow.
"I've just seen Molly being thoroughly snogged….by your brother!"