Prompt from Ennui Enigma: Holmes and Watson surprise Mrs. Hudson
AN - Greetings all. I just want to say a brief thanks to Hades Lorde of the Dead for inviting me to participate in this year's challenge.
I have not been writing much Holmes of late, but I promise I will give you my best effort and hope to intrigue and entertain one and all.
The Case of the Mistaken Surprise
"Tilt your head back, old boy. We'll soon have you right as rain."
"Gny'm a thdocta, Olmes. Leeph ma be!"
"I cannot understand you, Watson. Tilt your head back. I'll wipe away the blood."
"Gny szaid, leeph ma be!"
"Oh tut, Watson! No need for that. Here! Take the cloth and do it yourself. I have my own injuries to attend. I don't think my wrist is broken, but it must surely be sprained."
"Guud! Gnou desurb id!"
"Piffle! How was I to know?"
"Gnou are Scherlogg Olmes. Iss gnour busthnesth do gnow whad outhders do gnot."
"Oh yes. Of course you would throw that in my face. Very droll, Watson. Very droll."
*Nock*Nock*Nock*
"Yes! Come in, Mrs. Hudson."
"Your ice, Mr. Holmes."
"Thank you. Wait. Is this all there is?"
"For you? Yes."
"Bund gny nosthe!"
"Your nose, Doctor? What about my knuckles? You seen these? How am I supposed to get the housework done with my hand looking like this? Tell me that, Doctor. On top of my rheumatism, too."
"I am sorry, Mrs. Hudson, but the doctor is quite right. We must have more. Between my wrist and my ankle, I will certainly need more. At least twice this amount."
"Well…"
"Pleedths, Misthisth Hudsung."
"Oh, all right! What you two gentlemen thought you were up to, I don't know! Jumping out and surprising me like that? There was a time when a lady could run a decent household!"
"You were not our intended target, Mrs. Hudson. I already explained."
"Oh yes. Some boogeyman lurking at the back door. Yes. Of course! Don't expect a proper breakfast. Wynona is a good girl, but she is a poor cook."
"The icthe, Misthisth Hudsung?"
"All right. I will return in a moment. Just don't you bleed on the floor, Doctor."
*SLAM!*
"We aren't going to hear the end of this any time soon. You know that, Watson."
"Idsth gnour fauld."