"Sherlock, I'm right here. Lestrade went to get me some bandages." He put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders and felt the man relax underneath him, "See, I'm right here."

He moved away and Sherlock herd the tell tale click of heels against the cold stone floor and that could only mean, "Watson, are YOU wearing heels?" although he knew Watson wasn't a cross dresser he had to ask because he couldn't really look.

Lestrade who really should keep his mouth shut sniggered earning himself one of Watsons glares which was only made worse because of the way the lamp sent shadows flickering across his face as though he was a demon himself, "Shut up Lestrade." he growled, then in a kinder voice, "No Sherlock, I'm not wearing heels."

"Lestrade, is Watson telling the truth?"

He sniggered again before answering, "Yes"

John chose this moment for his revenge, "Lestrade is wearing pirate boots." Lestrade went bright red; his nose was so red he looked like Father Christmas.

"Why?"

"Why not?" Lestrade snapped back and Watson waved him off.

"Sherlock let me see your hand. I think you may have broken it." He said before gingerly taking his hand and pressing it very lightly "Did that hurt?" he had to ask even though he could clearly feel the break.

"I don't think so. I think it's numb. Hello Mrs. Hudson." He somehow managed to sound cheery even though he looked like he was about to pass out.

"Yes, I'm here Mr. Holmes." And she went to make sure there wasn't anyone lurking, just as Sherlock's eyes started to drift close.

Before they could shut completely john slapped Sherlock, "Sherlock, stay with me!"

"Do I have to go to the hospital Watson?" came the drowsy response but Watson was glad for a response at all.

"I don't know yet." He responded as he started to bind his hand with the thin cotton strips Mrs. Hudson had thought to bring with her.

"How are you feeling Mr. Holmes, we were worried about you." Asked Mrs. Hudson coming up behind him again.

"Well, I'd be feeling a lot better if I could see Mrs. Hudson, but otherwise, I only broke one rib I believe." Came his rather curt reply.

"Holmes," john was about to tell him off when Sherlock herd to loud thunk that's only made by wood rebounding off of a human skull, and he felt Watsons hands slide off of his shoulder.

"Watson?" he yelled out before he was violently pulled backwards and the darkness consumed him.