"Shit" John hissed quietly, looking at Sherlock's wound. It wasn't long but deep. A clean cut in the middle of a tight. "Holy shit..." he mounded, taking the scarf off his boyfriend's neck. "Okay, Sherlock. I need you to hold still, I know it hurts, but... Blimey! Stupid blood."

"Oh, John for God's sake!" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "I didn't move an inch, since you put me on this damn ground! I bet you didn't realise it because you are too busy worrying about me and nursing me, and probably because your deduction is resting in Mariana Trench, but I am fine! Fine! It is just a scratch which will heal in no time! So can we just stand up and run after a murderer, who is probably on the other side of Thames by the way, and try to catch him while we still can?"

Watson looked at his boyfriend and shook his head. He was impossible, purely impossible.

"Sorry mate, but I don't think you're going to be able to run for... at least several weeks. And don't tell me it doesn't hurt. I'm a doctor here and I know what I'm doing, Sherlock" he said, trying to sound as calmly as he could.

He almost smiled, hearing his friend's complaining. Almost. He couldn't do it, he should be serious. The problem was that sometimes being serious with Sherlock by his side was hard as hell.

"John, I am fine! Just tie that damn scarf and lets go!" Holmes groaned loudly. "Come on! That bastard is running away!" Sherlock went silent and smiled wickedly. "I know you... You want to catch him and give him to the police, so you will feel better and have better mood at the evening. We could do something when we got home. We could do... Stuff. Mrs Hudson is out after all. How about that?"

John chuckled, shaking his head. Oh, this man was indeed impossible.

"Sherlock, I said - NO" he answered. "We are going to the hospital, they must stitch you up. I think you need a doctor..."

"Oh, God, yes" the detective interrupted him, smiling widely.

He wrinkled his eyebrows, looking suspiciously at Sherlock. There was that awkward silence, with both of them waiting for explanations.

"What?" John asked, a little bit confused. That was just strange. Even for Sherlock.

"What, what? You should kiss me! You say 'I think you need a Doctor', kiss me, I get all fine and we go..."

John sighed loudly and stopped his boyfriend's monologue, kissing him deeply. He heard a silent moan of approval, but just ignored it and let Sherlock put his hands on back of his head. Deepening the kiss, John lowered himself over Sherlock. He felt that the man's hands were trying to find place for themselves.

Watson broke the kiss and let himself smile a little, watching Sherlock, who was trying to catch his breath, his face covered with his arm.

"John, that was... amazing."

"Thank you" he said and put mobile phone next to his ear. "Hello? I would like to call an ambulance to the Royal Observatory Greenwich. Male, in early thirties, stab wound on left thigh and small problems with breathing, but I think that should normalise in a few seconds. Yes, shock" he tried his best not to giggle. Sherlock's face was just priceless. John was damn proud that there were moments when he was able to surprise his boyfriend. "Okay, thank you, we will wait." He added and ended the call. "They should be here in ten minutes" John kissed the man's cheek.

" John H. Watson..." Sherlock hissed, looking at him as if he wanted to kill him. "I hate you so much right know."

John smiled, sat next to him and took his hand in his own.

"I love you too, Sherlock" he just smiled, letting Holmes rest his head on his shoulder.