Harriet looked around her brother's room a moment before focusing on him. He looked awful – she might even say hung-over except that she knew he felt very strongly about over-indulgence… mostly due to family exposure, she had to admit. She wasn't sure what to call the specific type of 'unwell' John exhibited.
"Checking in on you," she retorted, the sharp tone slipping back into her voice. "Whatever happened must be serious, since your flatmate's brother actually tracked me down at rehab to tell me. He seemed concerned."
She was completely unprepared for John's response. "Some brother," he growled. "So concerned he turned over Sherlock's life story to his worst enemy. The last thing I need is his 'concern'!"