John chuckled as he sat on the examining table. As the doctor disinfected a few of the bigger cuts and put a few stitches into his newest shoulder wound, John could hear the arguing coming from the hallway.

"He is completely ridiculous!"

"He'll be gone tomorrow, can you just do your job for now?"

"No! Get another nurse, I won't do it!"

John thanked the doctor after he handed him some medical supplies and finished with his work. He opened the room door and walked down the hall, the shouting having subsided a bit. The man came across the two staff that had been arguing and spoke up.

"Excuse me, but I'm a doctor and I could take care of him. I'm sorry he is so difficult, but he really hates hospitals. Don't take it personally."

They exchanged glances as if to just accept the offer, regardless if he was telling the truth about his past profession, but the head doctor spoke up.

"Can I see some proof? I can't just let anyone in to care for a patient." His mouth spoke the words but his eyes said, 'Get anyone to shut this man up and make him cooperate!'

"Of course." John pulled out his wallet and his old I.D. Card he'd used when he was still in the service. The two exchanged looks and gave him curt nods when they realized this man was an army doctor, one that should be retired, but wasn't by the looks of him.

"We've been trying to clean his wound, but he just refuses. Stating he is fine and that he didn't want to be crowded by so many people...because there'd be too much stupid in the room. Patients make outbursts all the time, but we can't seem to restrain him, and we don't want to hurt him further."

John nodded and replied, "Yes, like I said, don't take it personally. And I'll see to his wound. Thank you, doctors." The two left to go check on others and John entered the room.

"I told you I don't want a nurse! You all don't need to be such idiots, I'm f-" The detective stopped when he looked up from his lap.

"You're being an idiot right now. Yes, you're brilliant, but you're not a doctor and don't know what you're doing to yourself right now." John went over to the bed and looked at the sheet which was becoming tainted by the blood that was still seeping.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

"I said, 'I'm sorry'."

"For what? This?"

"For everything in general. I shouldn't have been so careless and -"

"How about for an apology, you just let me tend to this without struggle?" Sherlock pouted before giving his answer quietly.

"Yes, yes. Fine."

"Good. Now, let's take a look!" John smiled sarcastically and peeled the sheet off of his friend. "Sherlock, let go of the scarf."

"No."

"Sherlock!"

"What?"

"No struggle, remember? Why won't you remove it?" When no answer came John acted defeated and then quickly ripped the scarf from the man. His breath hitched a little as his saw how deep it really was. At least three and a half inches.

John put on sterile gloves and unbuttoned the last few buttons on Sherlock's shirt, flipping it up and out of his way. Sherlock had his arms crossed as he pouted to the ceiling. The army doctor grabbed a disinfecting wipe, rubbing the area all around the wound until it was clean. John held a small light in his hand, and shined it into the stab to check if anything had gotten in it. He groaned when he saw a small piece of wood and some dirt.

"So, Sherlock. This is going to hurt and you absolutely can not move a lot, okay?"

"What are you going to do?" Alarm flashed in his eyes before they cooled down again.

"Flush it out with water and disinfectant after removing the splinter."

"Well, go on then!"

John smiled to himself.

"I would hold your hand, but I am rather busy and need both hands for this."

"Oh, shut up, John!" John giggled a bit as he reached for his tweezers. Pulling out the splinter wasn't bad at all but flushing the wound out was terrible. The mighty detective hissed until John had rinsed it with water and had started to stitch it closed.

"There, all done." John put some ointment and a fresh bandage on the closed hole and went to wash his hands. He also grabbed a hospital gown and threw it at Sherlock. "Your clothes are gross now, so change. I'm going to run home and do the same and I'll return in an hour or so with some fresh ones for you.

"Don't grab me pajamas."

"You'll take what I give you." John left, and Sherlock allowed himself a short smile before simply taking a short nap.

The two men were in fits of laughter as they sat on the couch, watching an unhappy Mycroft who sat across from them.

"Really, you two are so immature. Call me when we can actually have this short meeting without inappropriate laughter." He turned to leave and the giggles escalated. The deep rumble from Sherlock and the breathless squeak from John combined and made them laugh even harder.

"Sher...this isn't...good...for your...wooound!"

"It isn't very well for yours either!" The flatmates doubled over in great agony from all of the laughter that just wouldn't stop.

"Did you see his face?" John yelped, eyes pinched shut while he held his stomach. At his words, the person that people thought were so hardened threw his head back, running out of air. How the two had managed to pin a sticky note on the eldest Holmes brother's arse, they couldn't even remember. They definitely remembered drawing the picture of cake with a kissy face on it though.

"John!" he gasped, rubbing his eyes. "We need sleep."

"I'm not tired."

"Neither am I. Telly?" Sherlock offered, the pain in his stomach going slowly away.

"Sure. Tea?" John offered in return, still grinning like an idiot.

"John, we really do find the worst things to laugh about."

"Isn't it fantastic though?" More giggles escaped the two as they sat and watched more crap telly, things feeling very normal for once. No more Moriarty's or Moran's. Just the complex crimes that the two friends ran to every time Lestrade phone them. Sherlock went in to the kitchen and threw away the cheap phone he'd bought. He could just use his again, thank God.

As the two continued to watch their programs, they didn't hear the slight buzzing sound that came from the waste basket.

Touché, Sherlock. No matter. Want to play? x JM

Yes, yes. Corny ending? Maybe. And I liked the idea of them having fits of giggles over something. Sorry it took so long, but ya know. Anyways, I liked this story, maybe I'll start another. I'm considering doing a Cabin Pressure cross over, but I'd have to think on it. I'll mull over some things, and thank you all for reading this/ favoriting it/ alerting it/ commenting. It means the world to me! I hope you all like this chapter. If you have any ideas for stories you'd like me to do or one shots/drabbles/etc, just message or comment. Anywhooooeeeeooooooo, thanks again! :) - C