So yes, from past personal experience here, even the best of people have our moments of embarrassing ridiculosity...
"Easy, don't move yet," I murmured, gently applying iodine to the cut along the side of his face.
Holmes winced, muttering something that sounded rather obscene, flinching in pain.
"Stop moving, I said! And keep that ice on your eye, you want to be able to use it in the next week, don't you? There, that should do it now."
He moaned softly and turned his unbandaged side towards me.
"That was a very vicious fight, Holmes."
"Watson. You're laughing at me – do you find this entertaining?!"
His temper was flaring with the passing moments, but I still could not stop smirking.
"Well it was an unprovoked attack…"
"Watson!"
I covered my laughter as Mrs. Hudson entered with a pot of tea. She took one look at the bandaged detective and rolled her eyes. Holmes glared at the good lady.
"The Doctor finally had enough of your being so insufferable, Mr. Holmes?" she asked impertinently, throwing me a wink.
"If I had done this, he wouldn't be mobile," I said helpfully, taking a steaming cup.
Holmes was not in the least amused.
I grinned over my cup. "Sherlock Holmes, brilliant master detective…walking straight into a closed door."
"I hope it isn't damaged," the lady worried.
"Nothing to worry about, Mrs. Hudson - I'm afraid Holmes's nose came off rather second best."