When I opened my eyes, I was blinded by bright light and had to close them again. I wondered for a moment if I was dead or not. Then I heard an argument nearby. I heard a most welcome voice outside.
"I have to see him!" Sherlock yelled at (At what I thought was a doctor.) the man.
"No, you will not! He needs to rest!" The doctor snapped.
"I don't care about his rest! I need to see if he's O.K.!"
Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was in a hospital bed in the recovery ward. My legs were in casts, as well as my right arm. I felt a bandage around my head and chest also. Just as I started to get use to the light, the door burst open and Sherlock was running towards me with the doctor on his heels.
"Watson! Thank god you are alright!" he cried as he sunk down into the chair next to my bed.
The doctor threw his hands in the air and walked out in defeat. I looked over at Sherlock and saw him staring at me with a look of concern.
"Um, Sherlock, could you tell me how bad the damage was?" I asked with a smile.