Drabble 4.

The case of the Blind Banker was over, finally. Aaaand Sarah was less than impressed with him at the moment. John could hardly blame her, she had almost been killed after all. He hoped his chances with her weren't completely ruined now. The doctor sighed, resting in his chair, head in his hands.

Sherlock exited the shower, now in his rather purple pyjamas. John still had his head in his hands, Sherlock grew slightly concerned. "Everything all right John?" He opened the fridge, pushing aside something congealing in a jar and taking out some orange juice.

"Is everything alright? Is that a trick question Sherlock?"

"You're stressed, Im sorry, I should have noticed."

"Damn right you should have. You completely ruined my date"

Wait what? "I ruined it? How?" He sipped his juice, quite confused. "They thought I was you! They kidnapped us!". Oh. "Well that was hardly my fault, though why they thought you were me I'll never understand."

"Urgh, you're impossible"

"I thought we already established that"

"Shut up Sherlock"

John frowned, folding his arms and glaring at the other chair as Sherlock walked aroudn him and towards the desk. It was then he noticed something. Something he hadn't noticed earlier. There were bruises around Sherlock's neck, bruises that could only have come from being strangled. &...more than once! He was strangled by those acrobats, but these other ones looked older. He stood, peering at his neck from behind.

"What are you doing?"

"You were strangled"

"Yes, you saw it happen"

"No, these ones are older, perhaps by only a day."

"Oh, those ones. Yes, I suppose I was"

John was fuming now. "You're supposed to tell me these things Sherlock!" He'd been strangled and John hadn't even noticed. What kind of doctor and friend did that make him? Not a very good one obviously.

"When?"

"When what?" Sherlock was getting lost in his computer, trying to filter out John's voice. "When were you first strangled?" Oh that. "At Soo-Lin's place. You were angry at me, I didn't see a need to tell you."

If that just didn't make John feel like a complete git. His friend had been strangled and all John had done was shout abuse. "Im sorry Sherlock, I should have noticed, you should have said something! Why didn't you call for help?" I didnt want to worry you John, thats why I didnt tell you.

"I did but its sort of hard once one has passed out".

"You passed out?"

"Yes, but only for a few seconds"

"You-, stupid bloody idiot" John paced back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. Sherlock had been strangled, he'd called for help and then passed out. John was feeling worse and worse because of his actions at the time. "I'm really sorry Sherlock, I didn't know, do you forgive me?"

"I always forgive you John"

John smiled, earning one back from Sherlock. "They must hurt, here let me help you". John spent the next half hour mending his friends wounds and treating his bruises. Next time, he'd notice, next time he'd listen.