Journeying across Europe does have it's perks, I get to see so many beautiful places that other's do not, I get to share in customs and rituals that many may have never heard of before. On the other hand it has it's downfalls, a few of which I have already suffered. Honestly, I expected for my first injury to occur some what earlier in my travels, so breaking my leg after loosing my footing was not a complete surprise. Now I must ensure to take better care of why I am placing my feet in the future, I assure you all however that I am fine and recovering well, thank you for the concern.
It had been two weeks since John woke up and he was slowly recovering. He would require some rehab but the doctor's were very confident that he would make a full recovery. He was even to be allowed home today. John was relieved. Although he was a doctor, he despised being a patient. It was an all too familiar situation. But now he was going home, to Mary's flat. His lovely girlfriend had promised to take care of him. It might be nice to be waited on hand and foot by someone so lovely.
"Ready darling?"
"Ready Mary, though I wish I didn't have to use this ruddy wheelchair, but I suppose it's just to be on the safe side. Thank god for crutches."
Mary gave him a sympathetic smile, poor dear. Look at you, leg broken, arm sprained, covered in bruises. He must be in a lot of pain but you wouldn't know it too look at him. So extraordinary. Mary made sure he was safely in the wheelchair before pushing out of the room that had been his home for about three weeks.
The ride home was quiet but presently so. The last thing John felt like doing right now was talking. Mary helped him out of the car and onto the crutches, walking beside him every step of the way towards the building.
Mary's flat was beautiful in an empty sort of way. It was uncluttered but instead of looking unlived in it looked modern, designer, pretty. John was no design expert but it was a fast change to the pig sty that was his flat. Though that was partly because it reminded him of his real home, 221b Baker Street.
Mary helped him to lie down on the couch and headed to the kitchen to put the kettle on. They both needed tea. God did John need tea. Hospital tea was rubbish. John craved the real thing. "There kettles on, are you hungry?" John turned and sighed happily. "You're an angel Mary. Just some biscuits would be nice thanks." She smiled back. "Coming right up!"
She returned with his hospital mug, full of steaming, glorious British tea and a small plate of biscuits. "I'm going to fix up the guest room for you, it might be more comfortable for you to sleep alone while you're recovering but my room is just next door so don't ever hesitate to call out if you need me, ok?" John sipped his tea and cupped her face with his uninjured hand.
"What would I ever do without you"
I decided to give you all another update, I have finally arrived in Berlin and am still recovering from my broken leg, which is happily on the mend. Am going to be heading towards the Bavarian Mountains once the local doctor's say I'm fit to go hiking again, hopefully that is soon, I am terribly bored.
Sherlock finished typing and closed the tab, sipping his own warm mug of tea. Irene wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tiredly resting her head on one shoulder. Sherlock sighed and gently unwrapped her arms and lay the now asleep dominatrix on the couch. Even asleep she liked to bother him. How annoying.
It had been three weeks since he'd last updated Sigerson's blog and hoped no one noticed. It had been two weeks since he dove out a plan towards the city below to escape from Messrs Moriarty and Moran. He'd long suspected they'd survived and now he had proof. But frankly Jim's magpie embellished stationary and the private plane named Magpie, one arriving and one leaving on the same day? Bit of an obvious coincidence.
Mycroft had been informed of course. He was less than happy that Sherlock had not only stolen his mail, that Jim was in fact alive and that Sherlock had actually gone and visited them. He was incredibly furious that Sherlock had then jumped out of the bloody plane! Well what was he supposed to do? Wait until they landed and hoped they wouldn't shoot him where he stood? Not likely brother dear!
From now on he needed to lay low, maintain the blog and continue his missions. From Germany they would go to one or two other European countries then Tibet, China, Japan and then America. Most should not take long, but now that Jim was wise they'd have to be extra careful and extra clever.
Good thing Sherlock enjoyed a challenge.
A/N: Again I designed a blog for sigerson out of boredom, find it on my profile page