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I woke that morning to excruciating pain. I had fallen on the pavement yesterday during a fight, and now my shoulder hurt terribly. I realized I wouldn't even be able to get out of bed, and I had left my medical bag downstairs in the sitting room. I knew I only had one option, though I loathed it.

I would have to get Holmes.

"Holmes!" I yelled. "Holmes!"

Moments went by, and I realized he hadn't heard.

"Holmes!" I called, much louder than before.

I heard feet pounding on the stairs. He had opened my door and was at my side quickly, looking at me with concern.

"Are you hurt?" he asked. "That was quite a fall yesterday."

"Well, in a good deal of pain, but it's nothing I can't fix," I hastened to reassure him. "However, I need my medical bag."

"I'll be right back."

He was, he dashed downstairs and fetched me my bag. Then he went back downstairs and returned with a tray of breakfast. He sat up with me as I tried to eat with one hand, which was unfortunately not the hand I was used to eating with. Also, I was shaky because I had not eaten since lunch the day before.

"Watson, I know this may be a bit awkward, but why don't you let me help you?" he asked.

I sent him a look. I did not want to be so helpless and unable to care for myself; but at the same time, I knew I would end up with more of the food on my bed than in my mouth if I continued. I set down my spoon and allowed him to help me finish my porridge. It was an awkward meal, but I was grateful for his help nonetheless.

I had taken a mild pain reliever, but the pain had not gone away completely. There was little I could do, being stuck in bed and unable to use the hand I naturally used to write or do other activities.

Holmes had gone down to take the tray back down and also pour me some more water and tea. When he returned, to my surprise, he was carefully balancing his violin and bow tucked under one arm while his hands held the two beverages.

"Would you mind a little playing?" Holmes asked as he caught me looking at the instrument.

"I would adore some music," I said ardently.

"Very well, then," Holmes said.

He knew my favorites, and I soon was focused entirely on the music, which made me blissful. I watched as Holmes lovingly run the bow over the strings to create the sweet sounds that formed in the room.

I didn't become aware of the time until there was the soft knock at the end of a song. Holmes reached over and opened the door to reveal Mrs. Hudson with a light lunch for the two of us. I smiled my thanks and realized that my arm, while it had been feeling better earlier, was now filled with pain once again. I took more of the painkillers and Holmes once again helped me eat lunch.

"Thanks," I told Holmes as he wiped my chin after I was finished.

"No trouble at all. Just work on getting better," Holmes said.

If it was only sore, which I suspected it was, then I would begin to feel better by tomorrow, hopefully.

For now, I just settled in to listen to the next set of songs that Holmes would play.