Work.
Dr. Watson groaned inwardly as the next patient walked through his door. Attempting a smile, which he felt failed considerably he shook the man's hand, which was firm, in spite of his evident pain.
"Well," Watson began, in an unusually flippant manner, "What can I do for you?"
The man in front of him groaned but said nothing; Watson leaned forward and repeated his question. Still the man said nothing.
"I'm afraid if you decline to talk to me I can hardly be expected to help you."
The man was by this time shaking. Watson stood and grasped the man by the shoulders, forcing him to look at him Watson almost cursed in his anger.
"Holmes!"
Mr. Sherlock Holmes was by now laughing so hard he could not talk, when he had regained his composure Watson stood looking at him with disdain.
"I'm sorry Watson; I merely thought you could use a distraction. You did look rather bored when I passed your window earlier."
Watson had to smile, the distraction was a welcome one and he was lucky that he had someone as unique as Holmes to save him from the doldrums of everyday life….