"Julia?"
I looked at my brother sitting beside the bed of his poor friend. He looks pale and drawn, more so then usual, and I noted his unhealthy complexion. He really should eat more.
"That's all he said. That's all he has been saying when he wakes, if he ever does that is." Sherlock looks tired to the bone, but I can tell the iron resolve under his exhausted exterior.
"Alright. I'll see what I can do. But for that I need the keys. To the doctor's room." I hold out my hand.
I can see Sherlock pause, then he slowly draws a small keys out of his pocket and hands it to me.
I take it and leave the room.