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˝HOW could this happen?˝ Sherlock’s voice was too loud to ignore.
˝Have you been to the supermarket?˝
˝No. I thought you had.˝
˝Sherlock. I’ve broken my leg just a week ago. Do you think it is me, who should still do the shopping?˝
It took a few minutes for Sherlock to put the pieces together. ˝Oh.˝ And after another minute ˝Then I should do it.˝
John sighed and shook his head. ˝Do you know what day is it? Sherlock, it’s Christmas Eve. There are no shops open.˝
˝Mrs Hudson?˝
˝God, Sherlock, do you notice the world around you? She left to visit her sister in Manchester. Yesterday.˝
˝And how are we going to have tea?˝ The detective looked paniced, and this face reminded John how Sherlock adores the evening ceremonies having tea, with tons of sugar, a bit milk (if there’s any) and the…
˝Biscuits! At least we have biscuits!˝
˝Yes, it was Mrs Hudson’s present for us. She gave them two days ago.˝ John rolled his eyes. Living with a sociopath was not that easy. ˝Maybe you can find something in the cabinet.˝
A few minutes passed by and John had just started to read the newspapers when Sherlock appeared next to him, putting down a tray on the coffee table full of biscuist and two mugs. John was gulping as a delicious smell wafted over.
˝What is this?˝ he pointed to the liquid in the mugs.
˝Hot chocolate. And Merry Christmas, John.˝ The doctor looked to his flatmate surprised but after a second he realised the situation.
˝You haven’t bought anything, have you?˝
˝I knew you are not able to buy a present with your leg having been broken. I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed about it.˝ As John could see, Sherlock was a bit nervous and he found it very cute. He glanced to his door and decided that the detective’s present – that he bought weeks ago - were wait for next Christmas.
˝You’re right, Sherlock. Thank you.˝ He raised his mug. ˝Merry Christmas to you, too.˝