Sherlock soon got bored of the toys that had been placed in-front of him so he looked around and his eyes fell on the book shelf. He smiled to himself and tried to reach one of the books but his arms were to short. He frowned to himself and lent forward but still couldn't reach but he kept trying until he tipped himself out of the chair and he fell forward hitting his head on the floor. Sherlock imidiatly started crying and John shot up running over to him. Jessie ran into the room from cooking dinner and covered her mouth with her hand at the blood on Sherlock's forehead. "Greg I need a first aid kit," John said as he sat Sherlock back into his seat. Sherlock put his hand on his head. "No, no Sherlock," John said taking a hold of Sherlock's hands as the boy cried. Jessie walked over and ran her hand through Sherlock's hair calming him down.
"Jim can you pass me Sherlock's teddy please?" Jessie asked. Jim nodded and walked over with Sherlock's teddy passing it to Jessie who held it out to Sherlock who imidiatly took it and hugged it sniffing.
Greg returned with the first aid kit, "Thanks. Greg can you sit him on your lap please?" John asked. Greg sat on the floor and pulled Sherlock onto his lap laying the boys head against his chest so John could get to it, he then clamped his arms around Sherlock's chest and arms. "This is going to hurt a little Sherlock but you've got to be brave," John said calmly as he used the alcohol wipe on Sherlock's head. The toddler imidiatly began thrashing about screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Oh I know it hurts baby," Jessie soothed as she ran her hands through his hair again. Soon John was done and placed a plaster over the small cut and applied some cream to the carpet burn. John whispered something to Jessie as he applied the cream and she wondered into the kitchen.
"There all done. Now for being such a brave boy you can have a cookie," John said as Jessie passed it to him and he broke it into little pieces on a plate for Sherlock to eat easier.
"A oooo," Sherlock sniffed and ate the cookie happily while Jessie took Jim into the kitchen to help her finish dinner so he didn't feel let out.
"Better little guy?" Greg asked.
"Ys," Sherlock replied as he finished his cookie.
"Good," John and Greg replied at the same time.
It seemed that no matter what age Sherlock was he was always accident prone.
