It took a while for John to get used to the constant pain that came with every movement and every poke the doctors gave him. He knew that they were just doing their job and if it had been him he would probably be doing the same thing, but it didn't stop him from swearing at them in his head.
Sherlock wasn't as thoughtful. With every wince that the doctors and nurses pulled the louder Sherlock's exclaims became until he had been told by a very forceful nurse to wait out in the hallway until they were done.
While John was glad to have Sherlock near-by he had been more worried about the other's reaction than anything else and now he was able to take stock of what his body now looked like.
Most of his upper torso was wrapped up with bandages, partly from the gun-shot wound to his shoulder and partly because he had cracked a couple of ribs when the roof of the building collapsed on him. He could make out a cast over one of his legs and he only partly listened to the doctors as he realised that while he had been waiting, Sherlock had drawn on his cast.
Everything else that was uncovered was black and blue with bruises reminding John of a bruised banana.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who wished me luck starting my new job. So far everything is going well and I'm mentally preparing a updating schedule to fit around my new job. Because I missed out on updating over the past few days I've got two more chapters after this one to hand out to you all!