"You'll have a lump tomorrow, but no long-term damage has been done."
"Thank you, Watson." He touched the new bandage gingerly. "And now, as you suggested, I think we should get some rest."
"Yes, I suppose I'm a little tired myself." I paused, hand on the doorknob. "Well, goodnight."
"Everything all right?"
"Oh, of course. Just so dark—but it's night after all. I suppose I'll be going now."
"That would entail turning the doorknob, Watson."
"Haha, so it would. Um…Holmes?" I let go. "Would you mind if—could—"
"I'll be up as soon as I fetch my blankets."
A/n: I know I wouldn't want to be by myself after all that...