John had to leave the room for the x-rays, which they'd decided to do in the room rather than drag Sherlock to radiology. There was probably a note in his file about the incident with the MRI. John wished he could forget that.
He headed to the cafeteria to find something that Sherlock would actually eat, then to the gift shop to browse. No one had called him, which would have been the first step if Sherlock had decided not to cooperate, or if he was done and just moaning about being lonely.
When he finally wandered back in, wondering what had taken so long, the young man was just finishing up the echocardiogram. Sherlock was lying there looking exasperated, but the tech looked no worse for wear. John was rather impressed.
"You should've called me back for this," he said, shooting a glance at Sherlock, who looked away innocently.
"Oh, he wasn't bad," the young man commented cheerfully. "Once he got past the part about me being gay, he seemed to lose steam."
"Sherlock..." John groaned. "I'm so sorry," he said to the man.
"Oh it's fine, really. None of the other guys wanted to come, apparently there was some incident with the MRI recently, but I wanted to meet Mr Holmes."
Sherlock smirked at John.
"I'm not done with you," he warned. "Thank you. When will Doctor Coleman be able to look at the results?" he asked.
"Shouldn't be long. There's a rush on his films."
John nodded and closed the door as he left.
He spun around to face Sherlock. "Not okay," he said firmly.
"What?" Sherlock asked, a bewildered expression on his face.
"You cannot just 'out' people because you feel like it," he informed Sherlock. "You're lucky he didn't try to hurt you," he added under his breath.
Sherlock only shrugged in response.
"I got you something from the cafeteria. Gelatin. Eat it," he ordered.
Sherlock frowned as he poked the jiggling green mass that John place before him.
"I like red better," he said mournfully.
John rolled his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind for next time."
Sherlock picked at his gelatin for the next hour, muttering things under his breath about experiments and different mediums, when finally Doctor Coleman arrived.
"I have the lab results, the chest x-ray, and the echo results."
"Dull!" Sherlock declared.
John shook his head and brought out the last bag.
He'd gotten a little wooden puzzle from the gift shop, six pieces of wood that were supposed to form a cross. Sherlock's eyes lit up as he tore the box open and set to work on it.
"Whatever, just tell John," he ordered, shooing them out of the room with one hand, the other balancing three of the sticks in a t shape.
"I'll be back shortly," he told Sherlock, who only ignored him.