I woke up in a bed. It was rather warm and comfortable, and I decided I didn't feel like moving just yet. It wouldn't hurt to sleep a little longer.
A muffled hiss of pain jolted me wide awake. My eyes flew back open and I started to sit up, trying to discover who was hurt. I immediately regretted the movement.
"Inspector Lestrade!" Doctor Watson was by me in a flash, easing me back down in the bed. "It would not be wise to sit up just yet, Inspector." He informed me, his voice low and soothing. "You've taken a bit of a beating, you know. Lay still while I finish with Gregson here, if you please."
Satisfied that I would stay down, the doctor turned back to the other Inspector. Gregson was looking a little less pale than he had earlier, which was good to know, but had done something to his shoulder. Thankfully, he was in the doctor's hands now.
I closed my eyes in relief, just for a minute mind you, and only because I was waiting for the doctor to finish with Gregson.
Disclaiemer: Sherlock Holmes does not belong to me.