Thanks again to EchoValley26809 for allowing me to use another sentence:
10. Run
Holmes appreciates speed, getting to the scene quickly, and he mercilessly mocks Lestrade and Mycroft for not being so fleet of foot, but he says nothing the day Watson, limping badly, asks him to slow down.
"Inspector, move a little faster?" I growled, "we have to get there in ten minutes or we shall leave without a clue as to Aston's departure."
I heard a curse behind me – obviously Lestrade did not appreciate being told to move. But we had to hurry – I needed that information before we left!
I glanced back – then stopped suddenly, seeing Lestrade ask Watson something quietly. Though he nodded, I could see his face was flushed, filled with pain, and he was limping badly.
Cursing my lack of perception, I closed the distance between us.
"I'm – fine. Just – have to – slow down a bit."
"Go on, Lestrade, find out what you can about Aston," I snapped, moving Watson's hand to grip my arm as he was far too proud to do it on his own.
Lestrade grumbled but raced ahead while I pulled back, realising from how heavily Watson was leaning on me just how badly he was hurting.
"I'm – sorry, Holmes," he murmured, breathing better as I slowed our pace to a walk.
"I am the one who should apologise, Doctor – I should not have brought you out in such weather so soon," I said softly.
"I hate – I'm slowing you down," he said, flushing embarrassedly, "it – has to be – bothersome."
"Watson, honestly. As if you could ever become a bother."