Thanks to marylouleach for providing the medical information for this chapter.
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-Cannot make it to the pub, Sherlock had a bit of an accident. JW
-Is he alright? GL
-Yes, nothing serious. Thanks for asking. Sorry about the pub tonight. JW
-No problem, don't worry about it. It turns out I couldn't make it tonight either. GL
Greg Lestrade put his mobile phone back in his coat pocket and looked around the canteen in St. Bart's hospital. He gingerly touched the bandage on his head and winced. Why is Sally taking so long to get coffee? He thought.
Just then the canteen's door opened and John Watson stepped into the canteen. He had his right arm bandaged and in a sling over his neck and held a small tray in his left hand. He looked around to find an empty table when he spotted Greg. He smiled at him and walked over to the table.
"Fancy seeing you here, Greg!" John said pleasantly. Then he indicated the bandage on Greg's head. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this surprising meeting?"
"Well," Greg started, "It all started a few hours ago…"
…
I parked my car on the curb. Both Sargent Donoven and I got out of the car and approached the house of the witness in our latest case. It was a fairly straight forward murder, no need to involve the Baker Street Duo for this one. I was surprised that Anderson had actually been able to gather and piece together the needed evidence to reveal the murderer. Always a first time for everything! I thought to myself amused.
We rang the doorbell and waited for one the house's residents to open the door. After ringing two more times we gave up and moved to inquire after our witness from the neighbors. As we moved away from the house, we spotted a man fiddling with his motorbike. He had a square head, a crooked nose and a thin mouth. From the equipment beside the bike and his relaxed posture, it was easy to deduce he was a local and most probably one of the neighbors.
Sally approached the man. When the man saw Sally he said, "A schoolgirl threw a snowball at my head today."
"Excuse me?" Sally was confused.
"I'm going to avenge myself by throwing one at you!" And he smiled menacingly. The man gathered a pile of snow from the rooftop of a car he was standing next to.
I could practically hear the alarms going off in my head, with big red PERVERT ALERT flashing in front of my mind's eye. Who knew what was in that snowball beside snow.
Sally turned as a huge snowball narrowly missed her, only grazing her chest. The biker swore and started gathering snow to make another snowball. By the time he had made another one, I was by Sally's side. I took out my ID card and held it in front of him. "Police! Drop that snowball or I'll-"
…
"…Next thing I know, I was laying on my back and Sally was pressing a handkerchief to the side of my head. She then drove me here to get patched up." Greg finished.
"Stitches?"
"Yup!"
"Did you have a CT scan done?"
"Yes, you doctors and your scans!" Greg rolled his eyes. "I had a CT scan and an MRI. All is well here!"
"Good to know." John replied with a smile.
"Speaking of which, I though you said Sherlock had an accident. Why did you lie?"
"I didn't lie. He's in an exam room, trying to learn to walk with his crutches. I got here to get some snacks, since I'm the one who can walk."
"So, you both got injured."
"Yes."
"At the same time?"
"Yup."
"Care to elaborate?"
"Well," John said with a smirk, "it all started a few hours ago…"
…
It was a cold and cloudy winter morning. Last night's snow had settled and the sidewalk was covered in a slippery gray slush.
"I hope Molly has the body ready by the time we arrive." Sherlock mused.
"Don't worry; she has plenty of time to get ready."
"Why do you say that John? The time it takes us to reach Bart's on foot is fifteen minutes at most, that's not a particularly lar-" Sherlock was startled as he nearly fell down on his face and had to cut himself in the middle of his own sentence.
"The reason for our prolonged trip, Sherlock, is the slush covering the sidewalk. As you so kindly demonstrated, we can't hurry" I steadied myself as I slipped a bit on the half melted snow, "Or we'll end up in Bart's A&E, not the morgue."
Sherlock contemplated that for a brief moment and opened his mouth to reply when I cut him off before he could start, "You know what I mean! Just, be careful."
We made our way more slowly to the hospital, steadying ourselves as we kept slipping on the slush.
"This is ridiculous!" Sherlock complained "We can't find a cab, and we can't take two steps without appearing drunk. Why can't we walk on the road?"
"Because we'll get hit by a bus and die Sherlock, that's why!" I shook my head. "Besides, we're almost there, we'll cross this intersection and Bart's is just around the corner."
We stood on the curb and waited for the light to turn green. As we stepped on the pavement a biker passed the red light and headed straight for us. I dragged Sherlock out of the way and onto the sidewalk.
When the biker drove past us, he lost control and veered in the sidewalk and towards us. Sherlock panicked and pulled me back, but he lost his footing and we both slipped and fell down.
…
"…Good thing Bart's was close and the pavement around the hospital was slush-free." John continued, "Or I don't know how I could have gotten us to a hospital this quickly."
"That must have been painful!" Greg said sympathetically. "How did you get him here? Sherlock hates hospitals."
"Well, we sort of got each other to the hospital." John said with a fond smile, "He took one look at me and deduced a sprained wrist from the swelling. I deduced his sprained ankle from looking at his foot. He told me I should get my wrist looked at and I told him the same went for his ankle. So we decided to get to the A&E together."
"To get scanned."
"Nothing beats a good scan!" John said cheerfully.
"How long are you going to be out of action?"
"He's gonna be of the streets for at least two weeks. I have to take it easy for three."
"Good luck mate. I can't imagine what he'll be like cooped up in the flat for two weeks!"
"At least he still has the violin!" John muttered.
"Are you two finished swapping stories yet?"
With that Sherlock dropped in the seat next to John and leaned his crutches against the table. He looked at Lestrade. "First degree concussion and a laceration?"
"Nice to see you too." Greg said with a chuckle.
John handed Sherlock a cup of coffee, then he indicated the crutches, "You got the hang of those pretty quickly."
"Hm? Oh yes, child's play."
Greg snickered. Just then Sally appeared with two cups of coffee and handed one to Lestrade, then she lowered herself on the chair next to him. "Did the Baker Street Duo slip in the snow?" Sally asked mockingly.
"Actually, Sally, for once your deduction has been accurate." Sherlock said calmly.
"It's the day of firsts all around." Greg mused.
Sherlock's lips twitched, "Well, I hate to break it to you, but you're pursuing the wrong suspect for your domestic murder case…"
They all moved to get out of the hospital together while Sherlock finished his explanations to Lestrade. Lestrade was leaning on Sally's arm to make sure he could maintain his balance. When they were out of the A&E's doors, they caught sight of a newly arrived patient. Sally froze as she heard the patient's very loud complaints.
"AWW, careful there mate, I just had an accident, be gentle!"
Sally turned to Lestrade when she noticed John had stiffened and was glaring at the newly arrived patient, so was Sherlock.
"Well isn't this a small world?" John asked darkly. Sherlock snarled.
Sally was amazed, "Wait, you don't mean to say that this guy was the same biker who almost killed you?"
"Let me guess, this is the guy who attacked you with the ice-balls." John countered evenly.
"It seems there is cosmic justice in the world after all, Sargent Donoven." Sherlock replied dryly.
Lestrade and Sally nodded.
The wounded biker kept screaming, "He appeared out of nowhere! It's like that damn black car just materialized in front of me!"
"Ya, whatever you say man, just calm down." The paramedic wielding his gurney told him neutrally. He pushed his patient towards the hospital door.
"Wait! That's the car that came in front of me! THAT'S THE CAR!" the biker roared.
"Shut up or I'll sedate you!" the other paramedic retaliated.
They looked over to the place the biker was gesturing at, and sure enough a black sedan was parked there.
John's mobile chimed with a text alert.
-Need a ride home? MH
Sherlock read the text over John's shoulder. He sniffed, "We'll get a cab."
"Sure, you flag down one of the few hundred cabs teaming in the street and I'll pay!" John offered sarcastically.
Sherlock took a look at the empty street. "We can walk!"
"Oh goody, we can break our necks in the slush this time!" John said with mock enthusiasm. Then he rolled his eyes. "Cheer up, Sherlock, we're hitching a ride with cosmic justice!"
So here is what happened to inspire me: A few days ago, three of my friends and I were walking to the bus stop. It was snowing and the sidewalk was covered in a thick and slippery slush. As we were crossing the street, one of my friends slipped and fell on the ground rather ungracefully. (She is perfectly fine, didn't even bruise.) Unfortunately for us, a psycho biker was standing near us and said the same line the biker told Sally. He threw a snowball and it grazed my chest. Too bad the s.o.b drove off before I could even brandish my umbrella at him…
