Holmes was glaring at me as he shivered uncontrollably on the banks. The evening wasn't too cold, but in his frail condition his body could not keep in heat.
"Doctor – " I cut him off as he tried again to admonish me. I was a man of my word and I intended to keep Holmes safe in this case.
"Shhh…" I hushed him as I continued to check his injuries. There were fresher bruises from his rough handling, but his blood loss was my deepest concern. He was pale and had little energy, though he fought to stay awake.
We were huddled on the cobblestone street just above the dock. It was as far as I could manage to carry him after we'd disembarked. Addison and his friends had sailed on. I'd noted the direction and their physical features to report to Lestrade.
I had said that Holmes would never bother those men again, but I intended to see them in prison. I had sent Mabel, who had followed us, for help when she had appeared shortly after we'd been dropped off. I waited anxiously for her return.
"Doctor you cannot seriously expect to hold me prisoner." Holmes growled.
I glared at him. "You did the same to me."
I felt guilty from the satisfaction I felt with paying him back.
Not off the face of the earth, much to some truckers annoyance. Tried to shove me off the road today... Anyway, off visiting Azolean!
