Prompt: I would love to see some Mystrade hurt/comfort. With Mycroft being hurt in some way and Greg being deliciously worried/caring! Please :)
Greg opened his flat door, still dressed in his pyjamas. "Hel-God! Mycroft, what happened?"
Mycroft grimaced slightly. "Call it a business deal gone wrong. May I come in?"
Greg nodded, still gaping at the man in front of him. He had a split lip, the beginning of a black eye, scratches along his cheek and was holding his right arm awkwardly against his body. Mycroft rolled his eyes, pushing past his lover. "Finished gawping?", Mycroft enquired.
"Yeah. Sorry. Jesus, My, who did this to you?" Greg stumbled over his words, still horrified by the state of Mycroft. "Do you need anything?"
Mycroft sat on the cheap sofa in Greg's flat, wincing slightly, and nodded. "Some tea, please. And some paracetamol, if you've got some."
Visibly pulling himself together, Greg walked into the kitchen, kissing Mycroft softly on his way. He called behind him, "Of course. And then you're going to tell me exactly what happened, and who did this to you, ok? The bastards."
Mycroft smiled slightly at Greg's back, grimacing when he felt the cut on his lip split again. It was almost worth the injuries to have this man worrying about him.
AN: Sorry it's so short! I'm only just getting used to writing again. Reviews make me happy!