Prompt from cjnwriter: Snowed in. Sequel to previous chapter.

"I'm sorry, Mr Holmes, but there will simply be no going out today. The snow is too thick, especially considering your injuries." Mrs Hudson gestured to Holmes' heavily bandaged leg, and the crutches leaning against the wall nearby. A case gone drastically wrong had left Holmes with a broken leg, as well as nearly causing Watson's death.

"I will manage," Holmes said brusquely. "Call me a hansom, I will be down there shortly." He began to leverage himself to his feet, but almost immediately sank back into his chair with a wince. "Mrs Hudson, the crutches?"

Mrs Hudson brought the crutches to Holmes, who quickly snatched them out of her hands. She followed him across the room, saying, "All of Baker Street is snowed in, Mr Holmes! There aren't any hansom cabs out today." More softly she added, "Dr Watson will understand. You can still visit him once the snow clears."

Holmes stopped only long enough for her to be sure he had heard her words, then changed course to his bedroom, closing the door abruptly behind him.

Mrs Hudson sighed. Clasping her hands, she prayed that Dr Watson would be well enough to come home soon – not just for his own sake, but to save her from Holmes' temper!