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"This is all your fault"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and let his book fall onto his lap. "My fault? How is this my fault?"

"Oh maybe because you were the one who decided to chase the guy".

"Funny, my recollection was that you wanted me to chase him. Something like, "You won't get away with this!" Really John, that was so very cliche" He picked up his book again and resumed reading.

"He shot four people!"

"Yes I know, I deduced it remember? It still doesn't make this my fault"

John sighed from the vicinity of his hospital bed. "Yes it does! You were the one stupid enough to run across a frozen pond!" "It was fine". The doctor scoffed. "Yeah until you slid across the last bit and tumbled down a bloody steep hill!". Sherlock rolled his eyes. "So?". "So of course I had to follow and end up falling down it myself!"

"You didn't have to follow John" He didn't even look up from his book. Sherlock, are you bloody stupid? thought John. "Of course I had to follow! You were unconscious!" "You could have waited for an ambulance." "We were in the bloody country!". "Is there a point to all this yelling?" John raised his hands in mock defeat. "Excuse me for caring about you then"

Sherlock turned and stared at his friend. "This isn't about caring, it wasn't safe to go down so you should have waited.". "And watch you bleed or freeze to death? Not bloody likely." John fumbled with the bandages covering his arm. "Had I been concious I would not have wanted you to follow me down John." The ex-solider looked up in surprise. "Why not?". Sherlock stared at his bed sheets. "I wouldn't have wanted you to get hurt as well. I would have been able to deduce that the path down was too steep and slippery."

John coughed and tried not to blush at the detectives obvious concern. "Yes well I think we're both lucky I remained concious enough to phone for help." "Indeed we are." Sherlock nodded and resumed his reading from where he left off.

"Sherlock?"

"Yes John"

"When are we getting out of here? Its only two days till Christmas"

"Tomorrow John"

"Tomorrow? But I can't drive and you can barely walk! In fact you can't walk!"

"I pulled some strings, called into some favours, I knew you'd want to be home for Christmas and I hardly like the idea of staying in this...place.. for more than is necessary. Besides I can use crutches."

"Oh...thanks"

"Don't mention it"

"And how can you use crutches with your hand all messed up?"

"Im not using a wheelchair John"

"You'll have no choice"

"Lets save this argument for tomorrow John"

"Finally we agree on something"