November is over, so I probably won't be posting as often. I do, however, aim to have 50 chapters to this before the year ends.
He had been injured on cases many times. It was a part of his work. Some of his cases were easily solved from his armchair. Others involved leaving the flat and investigating around London. Most, however, included situations that were either dangerous, or would possibly become so. These cases became more frequent as the years passed.
Before he met Watson, if he was injured on a case, he would take care of injuries himself, and ignore them if possible. With his mental prowess, injuries were easily disregarded. He only ever went to the hospital if it was absolutely necessary, which he seldom deemed it to be. On a few memorable occasions, he had been injured while on official police cases. In those circumstances, the police surgeon on duty would take care of injuries.
It all changed when he met Watson. He had someone to watch his back, and look after any injuries that made it past Watson's formidable guard. He still tried to ignore injuries whenever possible, but Watson had an uncannily good eye for spotting any wounds or illnesses. With such a stalwart friend and companion, it was hard for him to imagine what life had been like before Watson. What had it been like before knowing when he woke from his sickbed, Watson would be sitting at his bedside?
