The ride to the hospital was done in silence. Mycroft sat next to him, his eyes firmly focused on the screen of his phone, waiting for any kind of communication from Anthea who was at the hospital.
Normally Sherlock would have found his brother's lack of verbal communication to be a welcomed change, and for the first time Sherlock found himself hoping that Mycroft would look up at him and tell him that John had made it back to the UK and everything wasn't as serious as it was made out to be.
The hallways in St Barts seemed to run long and curved like as if he was walking through a maze and despite the fact that Sherlock was in the hospital every second day bother's Molly, he had never had a reason to need to go to the ICU.
Until now.
Anthea and the Doctor spotted them within seconds of turning the final corner. He introduced himself and as he explained had was medically wrong with John, Anthea tapped away at her phone – no doubt taking notes for future reference.
As the Doctor asked if they had any questions, he remained silent and left it to Mycroft to ask the sensible questions.
Sherlock silently turned from the doctor and Mycroft, unable to continue to listen to their emotional banter.