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Mycroft’s big, black car was waiting at the kerb as John helped Sherlock navigate from the wheelchair to the backseat. The normally graceful detective was anything but with the thigh-high cast on his left leg and the crutches. He didn’t look like his normal elegant self either, wearing very baggy sweatpants with the leg cut out for the cast and a baggy t-shirt to cover the bandages.
After settling Sherlock and his leg, returning the wheelchair and getting himself into the car, John was exhausted. His spouse was sitting with his leg up and his eyes closed. John sat down next to him as the car began to move.
Turning to his spouse, he asked, “How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
Sherlock, head back and eyes closed, loudly replied, “I need my leg to magically heal, I need my spouse to blow me, I need to blow my spouse, and I need a case! And maybe a pain pill.” That last part a little quieter.
”Well I can’t do anything about the first one, unfortunately. The second, I will gladly take care of at home. The third would be nice but I can wait. The fourth is a go as Lestrade has left a stack of cold cases for you. And if you give me a second, I’ll get your meds.”
“I didn’t want to say anything but I bumped my foot getting in the car. I nearly screamed but didn’t want to alarm you.”
Sherlock’s face was covered with a light sheen of sweat John noticed. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a bottle. “I’m so sorry! Do you want one or two?” He was getting out two even before his spouse answered with, “Two please.”
“When we get home I have something in mind to make you comfortable, relaxed and maybe even fall asleep. OK?” John leaned over and gently touched the sharp cheekbones. “I love you idiot but you need to take better care of yourself!”
“Love you John. And it’s not my fault the burglar threw me off the bridge! I just need to land better the next time. And what do you have in mind to make me feel better?”
“We’re almost home. You’ll see shortly.”