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"Oh we are running! Damn it! Why do they always end up running!?" John pants as he and Sherlock run through the busy London streets chasing down a suspect.
"Less talking more running, Watson!" Sherlock calls out as he runs pass him and turns into an alleyway following the suspect.
"Just leave me alone!" The suspect shouts looking around for an escape before bolting towards a building's fire escape ladder leading to the roof.
"Allan! Running won't undo what you did! It'll only make things worse!" John calls out trying to convince the young culprit to give up to no avail.
Sherlock wastes no time in chasing Allan up the ladder, managing to grab his leg before reaching the top.
"NO! LET ME GO!" Allan cries as he flails around doing everything to get away.
"Allan that's enough." Sherlock huffs trying to keep him still only to be hit straight in the face by Allan's foot.
Just like that, before John could react a loud thud is heard followed by Sherlock crying out in pain.
"Oh Christ! SHERLOCK!" John calls out running towards the fallen detective, "Sherlock! What's wrong!? Where does it hurt!?"
Sherlock's face was twisted in pain as he held his right arm, "Damn it...h-he's getting away."
"Screw him, mate! You just fell off two stories! Tell me what's wrong!" John demands carefully examining Sherlock's eyes and head for any sign of injuries.
"M-my arm..." Sherlock gets out with gritted teeth.
John frowns, "Right, your arm. Let me see your arm."
Sherlock squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.
"If you don't let me look at it how am I supposed to know what's wrong with it?"
"I-it's broken."
"Well how can you be so certain of that if I can't check it?"
"Probably because my radius bone is currently sticking out of my arm, John!" Sherlock snaps.
"Oh...OH! Sherlock why didn't you just say that!?" John shouts as he frantically takes out his phone.
"Less shouting at me and more calling the ambulance please!"
"I am! Just...just try not to move too much alright?"
"Yeah! On it!" Sherlock groans out.
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Hey everyone, a bit of bad news. Our adventure today was sadly cut short due to Sherlock breaking his arm. Not to worry he'll be making a full recovery to my knowledge and will be up and running in no time only with a cast on. That being said, this week's episode will be a bit late. Here be a lesson to you to take care of your bones.
John had forgotten how much he hated hospitals. Always so cold and sanitized. Just sitting there felt wrong. Everytime the speakers came on calling out different codes, he would find himself standing up looking around to help in some way.
Unable to sit still, John had found himself pacing around Sherlock's hospital bed. Unconsciously checking his vitals, the machines, even his medical chart but other than the suspious amount of opoids found in Sherlock's system everything seemed fine, but the uneasy feeling was still there.
"Are you going to keep pacing around the room like that?" Sherlock groans as he struggles to sit up.
John immediately rushes to his side and helps him sit up, "You alright? Need some water?"
"What I need is morphine. My arm is killing me." Sherlock groans as he glances down at the new cast around his arm.
"Yeah well, sorry to burst your bubble but they don't give painkillers to addicts, mate. It's hospital policy."
"What a stupid policy," Sherlock mutters in response examining his cast more carefully just as the door opens.
In less than a second, a tall well-dressed older man storms in rushing to Sherlock's side.
"How many times have I told you to be careful!? How many!?" The man scolds as he starts to frantically examine Sherlock's injuries.
Sherlock rolls his eyes but didn't seem to mind all the touching, "I'm fine. I just broke my arm. Nothing serious."
"Nothing serious!? This is the fifth time you've gotten a broken bone! Twice on that arm! Do you know how damaging that can be!? It can cause long lasting nerve damage or worse!" The older man scolds.
"I'm not a child anymore, Mycroft! You don't have to baby me!" Sherlock finally pulling away from the constant prodding hands.
"Child or not, you're still my baby brother." Mycroft huffs.
John's jaw drops as he finally decides to interrupt, "I'm sorry! Did you just say BABY BROTHER!?"