Monday 26
When John saw him lying there, as pale as the sheets that covered his lean body, head heavily bandaged, right hand bandaged, too, cut, bruised, sleeping, he spontaneously wondered if he was taking the right step. Maybe he should have waited. Moving out certainly required some organization, but things could have been delayed. Someone had to look after this guy after all. Scolding himself for his thoughts, John remembered that Sherlock had been perfectly alright before he had come along. He had always resorted to Mrs Hudson or good old Stamford or Molly or Lestrade or…
"Mr - Watson?" A young nurse had walked into the room and John blinked up.
"Dr Watson, yes," he replied and she explained that he needed to collect Sherlock's personal belongings.
"Wouldn't mind so much, but he's got all those credit cards and stuff. With people walking in and out, would be better to make sure his things are safe."
"That's alright, I'll take them," John offered a kind expression and followed her to the staffroom where he found Sherlock's wallet on a tray, its contents next to it, credit cards, library cards, Lestrade's ID. John smiled as he put the cards back into the purse. There was no cash, of course, Sherlock wouldn't bother, when one item caught his attention.
"Wouldn't have taken him for a soldier," the nurse remarked and John absent-mindedly put the army tag into the wallet. His tag. He wondered where Sherlock had got it, couldn't be sure when he had last laid eyes on it. Made a mental note to inquire. Made a second one to best not.
"He isn't," he said to the nurse and put the wallet into his back pocket. The woman looked at him curiously and cocked her head. Sweet, he found.
"I am," he said and smiled at her silent Oh.
"Oh, right, I'm - sorry. He's - cute, you know," she stammered incoherently which made him smile even more. People just always got this wrong. Them wrong.
"I'll take care of this," he nodded and turned.
"No, I didn't mean-," she went on, "he really is cute."
"Yes, I suppose he is," John agreed and left.