John buzzed the desk to signal he was ready for the next patient. Without looking at the name on the file, he scanned through their listed symptoms as the door opened.

"Yes, good morning Mister . . ." he began automatically before sighing at the patient who sat on the table, "Sherlock."

"I believe you mean 'Mr. Homes', John."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sick. Fix me," he demanded.

"Sherlock, if you're just here because you're bored," he threatened.

"That's not the only reason I'm here!" John rolled his eyes at his pouting friend and humored him with an unusually long checkup topped off with a placebo prescription and an affectionate pat on the back.