Sherlock looked over at his sister. She was glaring at her cell phone as if it had personally insulted her. "It can't be it must be somekind of prank!" she snaled, tossing Sherlock her phone. He read the message and winched. "I don't think so, Sally." he answered, giving back her cell. He headed to St. Bart's, he had to warn Molly.
"Moriarty!" as if it was possible, Olaf could have swore Moran grew even paler than he already was. "Seb, will you stay still!?" Moriarty growled in response. Then, Moran's fist met its target. With a sharp yelp, he lept back.
Olaf moved to hold him back. He did not want his best friends to get hurt. At the same time, Moran cluched his ribs. Moriarty quitely helped Olafget Moran back onto the bed. "What happened?" Olaf told him everything. When he was done, Moriarty was furious. "WHAT!?"