"Clara didn't deserve you." John said down the phone.
"Yes yes I know. Sarah told me about Professor Longbottom. I'm sorry John." Harry said.
"It's not your fault."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine." John said through gritted teeth. "I have to go now, my patient has arrived." He hung up and slid the phone away from him on his desk.
"Ah, Sherlock. I'm surprised you even came." John said, clapping his hands together.
"Yes yes, can we just get these pointless tests over with so I can leave. I have crimes to solve." Sherlock snarled.
"Pointless?"
"There's nothing wrong with me?"
"Well, that's what you're here to check."
John led Sherlock out of his office to the lab, passing Irene in the hall.
"Hi Sherlock." She smirked, blowing him a kiss. As John and Sherlock turned a corner, Sherlock groaned.
"Irene is annoying." He grumbled. John laughed, earning a glare from Sherlock.
"Are you two not together?" John asked.
"She thinks so. Not really my area." Sherlock said, dismissively.
"Your area? Got a boyfriend then? Which is fine." John stammered, opening the test room with a five digit code.
"I know it's fine." Not a no, not a yes.
"Remove your shirt." John said, putting on gloves.
Sherlock glared at him.
"Please." John said, half sarcastically.
Sherlock slowly unbuttoned his purple shirt, letting it rest on his shoulders.
"All the way."
He pulled the shirt off, folded it and placed it on the table.
John went over to examine for any physical side effects of the nicotine patches.
Sherlocks right arm (the one John had not seen yet) was covered in tiny holes. He traced his finger over them.
"Good for you." He said, walking back to get a stethoscope.
"What is?"
"For kicking your cocaine addiction. Looks like you used to take a lot."
Silence, except for the drawer closing.
John put the buds in his ears and held the flat surface of the stethoscope onto Sherlocks chest.
"Normal."
John reached for a clean empty syringe.
"I'm going to take some blood. You may feel a slight pinch."
"No I won't."
John slowly pushed the syringe into Sherlocks left arm (free of nicotine patches).
Sherlock didn't flinch. In fact, he arched his back slightly as if in pleasure.
Once the syringe was filled with blood, John removed it and quickly put a small cotton square over the hole.
"Hold this." John said. He waiting until Sherlocks fingers brushed against his, so the cotton stayed firmly in place.
John took the syringe over to the counter and emptied the blood into a container, which he sealed and labeled 'Sherlock Holmes'.
"Okay, I'll do some blood tests and call you back in for further testing is needed." John said, removing the cotton and quickly sticking a plaster down.
John picked up the phone and dialled Sarah's work phone.
"Hi Sarah, could you have forms ready for Mr Holmes to fill in. Thank you." He hung up.
"Okay, I'll take you back." John said, waiting for Sherlock to button up his shirt before opening the door.
They waked in silence.
"Ah, Sherlock. We must go. Mycroft called. Doctor, I filled out his forms to save time." Irene said, taking Sherlocks hand and dragging him away.
"Bye." John called after him.
He looked at the forms, knowing it would have been done wrong.
Name, contact and address was filled out correctly, at least John hoped they were. There was no way of telling just yet if Irene ha actually put Sherlocks real address and phone number down.
Under Sex (gender) was written 'very good'. John cringed.
Under addition comments was a very bold 'BACK OFF'
John got another form and rewrote the important stuff.