John opened his eyes. His mobile was buzzing.
From: Sherlock
Message:
John, why have you locked your bedroom door?
Sighing, he sent his reply
From: John
Message:
Because I happen to like my privacy. Have you ever thought of that?
Minutes later, he got his reply
From: Sherlock
Message:
I'm tired…
Rolling his eyes, John reluctantly got up and walked to the door. Opening it, he found Sherlock sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. He almost stopped breathing when he noticed that a patch of red was slowly spreading across his white shirt.
"Sherlock, what the hell.." He knelt on the floor beside him, and placed his hand on the mans shoulder. Sherlock closed his eyes.
"Sherlock, what happened? Can you hear me?" Sherlock nodded and opened his eyes slightly.
"Man.. in the flat.." John fumbled with the buttons at the bottom of his friend's shirt, trying to get a better look at the wound on his stomach. He lowered his voice to a whisper
"A man? What man? Is he still here?"
Sherlock, feeling John's hands on him, opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.
"Sherlock, I need you to sit still. Please, I need to see how bad you're hurt.."
Sherlock glared at John nervously.
"W..why?"
John looked up at Sherlock worriedly.
"Sherlock.. did you hit your head? You look a bit.. confused."
Sherlock looks down at John's hands and suddenly swats them away. He stands up, sways a little, and stumbles into the living room, falling onto the couch.
"S-Sherlock, what happened to you? From what I can see, the would doesn't look deep, but I need to check it properly… please?"
John steps forward.
"Don't touch me!" Sherlock exclaims, shuffling away from John.
John stands rooted to the spot, not wanting to scare Sherlock any more than he already was. After a few minutes, he slowly walks forward and kneels beside Sherlock.
"Sherlock.. wh-who was the man? Did you recognise him?
Sherlock shakes his head.
"Well d-did he attack you?"
"Obviously, John!"
"Yeah r-right. Sorry.
Sherlock shifts slightly and winces in pain.
"Let me help, Sherlock. Please."
Sherlock looks into John's eyes. He hesitates for a moment before nodding. John leans forward and examines the wound.
"It's not too deep, but you'll need stitches…" John stands up. "I'll be right back, ok?"
Sherlock nods his head. John walks into the kitchen and rummages around. A few minutes later he is back at Sherlock's side.
"Ok.. this might hurt a bit.. just stay calm, ok?"
"O-ok"
