Gawking at the sight of the criminal mastermind in Moran's arms, his new feminine face paling and clenched in pain, John leaped into action, his heart drumming a fast beat, and he was at Moran's side in an instant.

"Mackenzie, I'll handle this. Sebastian, what happened?" He demanded, stepping into his space as he reached out to Moriarty. "Is 'Jane' alright?" However, before he could touch the criminal, the sniper flinched back like he hadn't expected John there and the doctor got a sight of true fear in the American's expression. He was confused, obviously frightened for his employer, and John sighed at his own carelessness.

"Watson-" The sniper barked, voice tight, but John stepped out of the way.

"Here, let's take an exam room and get her comfortable." He said quickly, trying to look less like a threat. "She needs attention right away, otherwise you wouldn't have come early." Truthfully, now he was getting a little worried. "Don't worry, I'll look at her."

"..." With a short, wary look, Sebastian followed John into the prepped exam room, and then John was letting the man lie his employer on the table and he pulled up a stool. Behind him, Sebastian crossed his arms over his chest and growled. "Be careful with him,"

John ignored the laced-in threat.

"Jim..." He called softly, bending his head to try and get eye level with the quivering female. "Jim, can you hear me? Do you want to look at me for a moment? What's wrong?"

"He's bleeding-" "I didn't ask you." As sweet and soft as John had been with his patient, he turned around on Moran's uninvited assessments like a predator and gave him a meaningful look. "If you could sit down and remain silent until I'm done, I'm with a patient."

"...hurts." Jim's little mumble from the blanket Sebastian had wrapped him in drew the attention of both men, John spinning around to brush the curls back behind one ear and wipe of his forehead. He was burning up, pale as his sheets, and it made John's stomach clench.

"Shhh," He said soothingly, rubbing her shoulder through the material as he quickly found the edge of the blanket. "let me see. What's hurting, Jim?" He spoke to her like she was a child, voice a low hum as he calmly began to peel the bedclothes back. "Tell me, hm? I'll fix it for you,"

"I'm not a child, doctor." Jim grated out, cracking open dark eyes to lock them with John's. "Don't patronize me..." He gasped, eyes widening before they clenched shut again. "Nngh, i-it's my back, and my arm. And my groin."

"Good." John nodded and pulled the blankets back the rest of the way, only to see with horror that the loose pants Jim was wearing were soaked along the inner thighs with his blood. "...not good."

"We can't get it to stop." Moran said sharply, hand grabbing John's shoulder. "It's been almost an hour, and he can't keep food down. He's bruising, his back and his shoulders are all blotched, and he's weak. Too weak. Something's wrong."

"Absolutely." Shaking off Moran's grip and patting the limp wrist hanging against the edge, John scurried over to the drawer and pulled out a single-use syringe, wanting a blood sample and ready to administer a small clotting agent in hopes that it might quell the bleeding. "I'm going to take some blood and give Jim a coagulant, and then I'm going to go through with the exam and see if the flow might be simple to cauterize or suture." He explained. "It may be as simple as having been to active after his change, and his vagina may have been too stiff to handle the action. I can cauterize a lesion or something simple immediately, and then I'll get the nurses to give him some fluids."

Moran went to protest, eyes flipping to his employer, but Jim groaned some sort of encouragement and his eyes widened. "Alright. Can I be of any assistance?"

"Calm him down," John encouraged, trying to seem a little less tense. As much as John knew Jim was a criminal and dangerous, his heart hung for the poor fellow, his new female body rejecting something quite vehemently. "I'll need to have him relaxed for me to work. I don't want to hurt him and numbing gel only goes so far."

"Did you hear him, Jim?" Moran asked, taking Jon's seat in the stool and petting the unruly curls down. "He's going to take care of you, you'll be fine. I've set your affairs in order for the next while, so you can properly focus on recovering."

Grabbing Moran's upper arm and squeezing tight as he forced himself off his side and onto his back, Jim made a breathless little sound as John approached that was all pain, and it gave him pause.

"Jim," He said suddenly. "do you want me to administer a sedative? it might help with the-" "I'm fine." Moriarty ground her teeth together, vicious as a wounded animal, and John sighed quietly as he glanced at Moran before he picked up a third syringe. "Just get on with it, Doctor Watson."

"Yes, ma'am." John said, feeling a bit like a smart ass as he took the opportunity to inject the first vial of fluid into Moriarty's bloodstream. "Right away."

"Oh, don't be such a smart ass..." Grumbled the woman, her eyelids drooping. "I'll have Sebastian... flay you, and... and..."

"And she's out for the count." John finished, glad to see the pain slip from the criminal's face, even if only for the time being. "Thank you, Moran."

"You sedated him?" The sniper questioned, eyebrows rising as he gave John a dark look. "He refused the sedative."

"Sometimes you have to make an informed decision and hope for forgiveness."

After twenty minutes of syringes and a slow, careful examination of Jim's new pelvis and genitalia, John was washing off the speculum and tossing all the disposables into the bio-hazard bag, his gloves stripping away with a latex-y tang.

"He should be fine." He told Moran softly, turning around to face him. "I closed any wounds in the canal, making sure to check for any further injuries or signs of rupture, but his parts look clean otherwise. I'll give you a level one clotting agent you can inject should it happen again, that way hopefully you don't have to rush here before he bleeds to death."

"Thank you, Watson," Moran said tightly, sitting in the chairs opposite the sleeping criminal. "I appreciate you taking us in early. Please believe you'll be compensated for being prompt with us. My employer usually prefers prompt, effective service."

"Sebastian, may I call you Sebastian?" John asked, sitting down with him. "I still don't know what's wrong with him. I've got a tissue sample that I'm going to run, check for any diseases or injections in his system that might be causing the blood or the bruising, but those are rare symptoms to happen together. It will be a few days before I know any more, I'm going to get help from a friend of mine with lab access."

"And the Holmes?" Slurred Moriarty, coming to and seeming a little dazed and annoyed. "What ever will you tell your darling detective, Johnny-boy?"

"Nothing."

God, can you tell I haven't picked up a pen since April last year? Christ, I hope I still have what it takes to finish this! ^^; Sorry for the impromptu hiatus, guys, I don't know what happened.