Knight in Armour

Author's note: I'm sorry if anything that happened in the hospital was inaccurate, The only times I've been in a hospital was with my mother when she had Chemo or when I went to have an ultra-scan-thing. I've never dislocated or broken anything on my body. Ever. (Which my mum said is very strange)

Chapter 1

'It's been 2 weeks without a case. I, for one, am enjoying a break from almost getting blown up or so otherwise, but Sherlock… Well, I think I might have to call an ambulance for him soon, before he sets fire to one of my jumpers… Again…

"It's an experiment," He says. "Why don't you like Science?" He says..

Sometimes I wonder why I live with him, but then I remember that life would be far too boring without him. Anyway, someone's got to take care of him…'

John had just finished typing up his blog entry when he heard an unsettling noise behind him. In confusion, he turned around from his chair and saw Sherlock carrying a large sack of… Something… And John knew Sherlock well enough to know that he would not want to know what was in it.

Sherlock was dragging the sack behind him and didn't seem to notice that John was staring at him,

"Sherlock, what the Hell are you doing this time!?" He asked, but wasn't sure if we even wanted to know the answer. Sherlock looked up as if he didn't even know John was even there, he let go of the large sack and rubbed his back painfully,

"I'm trying to get this sack of mangled body parts downstairs, turns out torsos are heavier than you think when there's 6 or 7 of them together…" He answered, wiping his forehead with his blue dressing gown sleeve. John just simply rolled his eyes, he knew that he didn't want to know what was in the sack.

"Do you want any help with that, before you brake something?" He offered, although he didn't want to be caught with a bundle of body parts behind him, but Sherlock just shook his head and carried on dragging the heavy sack behind him, slowly but surely, towards the stairs,

"No, I'm fine…" He said simply, but sounded like he was straining himself.

"Are you sure? You look like-"

"I said I'm fine, John!" Sherlock huffed, dragging his sack away faster. John rubbed his face with the palms of his hands and sat turned back around, he placed his laptop back onto his knee and added another part to his blog entry,

'Great, now he's being more mardy than ever! I can't wait until we find a case so he can go back to being regular jack-ass again…'

John read back what he wrote and sighed. Thinking he was being harsh, he re-written his sentence,

'Great, now he's being more mardy than ever! But I don't know, I guess I'm just worried about him, infact, I've been finding myself a lot more worried for him lately, I just pray to God that he doesn't try and do something stupid…'

He sighed again and was just about to press 'Enter' when he heard a loud bang and a scream in pain,

"John, help!"

John's blood ran cold as he placed his laptop down again and ran towards where he heard Sherlock's cry. He looked down the stairs and saw Sherlock lying on the ground, gripping his left arm in pain. John ran down the stairs towards him and helped him sit up, but he still held on tight to his arm and was panting in pain,

"What happened!? Did you fall down the stairs or something?" John asked urgently, taking a look at Sherlock's arm. His shoulder felt dislocated, he had to be taken to a hospital as soon as possible, but there was no time to call an ambulance.

Sherlock didn't reply, but he nodded quickly, trying hard not to scream out loud. He panted heavily through his teeth,

"John, you have to help me, please!" He pleaded, looking at John desperately. John could see the pain and fear in Sherlock's eyes, unable to continue seeing his friend like this, he nodded and helped him stand up,

"Come on, let's get you to a hospital," He said reassuringly, "It's alright, you're going to be fine…"

"Do I get a choice in which doctor checks my arm?" Sherlock asked as he was guided out the door and into a cab, "I don't trust anybody else, you're probably the only person I'd want to check me out-" He stopped in mid-sentence when he realised how that sounded, he blushed lightly as he caught John quickly turning away, but Sherlock could tell that he was blushing just as much,

"Urr… Of course, Sherlock," He mumbled embarrassingly, clearing out his throat, "Let's just get you to the hospital…"