'What?.'
'I use to be a surgeon, I reckon I can do this.' She managed to slide his jas off and unbuttoned his shirt. She went into the bathroom and took through all the toilet roll they had. She applied pressure to the wound, hoping it would stop bleeding. 'You ok?.'
'I'm fine.' She pushed down meer which made him flinch.
'Sorry.' She removed the paper, The bleeding stopped. She filled the syringe with morphine.
'Trust me?.'
'Yes.' She pushed the needle into his skin and the morphine went in.
'Done.' She tossed it aside and grabbed a fresh needle. She took her scarf and pulled out a thread, which started to unravel it. She placed the thread around the needle and moved closer to him. 'Ready?.' He nodded, as the needle pierced his skin he jerked. 'You ok?.'
'I'm fine, how much morphine did u give me?.'
'What they had left, which wasn't much.'
'This is going to hurt isn't it?.' She nodded. 'It's a good thing i trust you.'
'You ready?.' He took a deep breathe and nodded, she continued to stitch him up. Every few seconden she would look over and see his fists clenched as he tried to hold back the pain. She could also hear him grunting. After about five minuets she was finished. 'You alright?.'
'I'm good. Thank you.' He placed his hand on her cheek and smiled. They then heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
'Holmes!.'
'In here Gregson!.' He stood in the doorway.
'What happened here?.'
'I stitched him up.' He went behind Sherlock and helped him to sit up. 'Careful.'
'The ambulance is still on it's way.'
'Good, he needs to get checked over anyway.'
'I'll go keep and eye out.' Gregson went back downstairs. Sherlock tried to raise to his feet but feel back down.
'What did i say?.' She took his hand and gently pulled him to his feet. 'You have to be careful of you'll pull your stitches out.'
'Now u tell me to be careful?.' They both looked at each other for a moment then started to laugh.
'Good point.' He placed his hand on her cheek.
'I've missed you.' He leaned and kissed her, long and slowly trying to savoir this moment. After a moment, he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. 'I love you.'
'I love u too.' She re-captured his lips in a passionate kiss. They were so wrapped up in each other they never noticed Gregson who was standing in the doorway. He cleared his throat.
'Not that this isn't... u know but the ambulance is here.'
'Thank u captain.' He took Joan's hand and went downstairs. Once they were in the ambulance, Sherlock and Joan explained everything to the medic, he was impressed with Joan's handy work but they wanted to keep Sherlock in just for observation. After Joan had left, someone knocked at his door.
'Come in.' It was Irene. 'Hey.'
'Hey.' She went and sat in the chair volgende to his bed.'I suppose he told u everything.'
'He did.'
'I'm so sorry. I never thought this would happen. I only wanted to protect you.'
'I know.' He smiled at her. 'But sometimes things don't go according to plan.' She got up and unbuttoned his japon, jurk so she could see his wound.
'Does it hurt?.'
'Not really. That had to open it up again when i got here so they could get the bullet out. Joan didn't have time to...'
'She stitched u up?.'
'She was a surgeon. She knew what she was doing.' She smiled.
'That is..amazing.'
'She is.'
'I should.. go. Let u get some rest.'
'I'll see u around.'
'Maybe.' She left. He knew that was her way of saying 'Good Luck.'