Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 11, 2012 9:36:43 GMT
*Harry raises an eyebrow, then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath*
Don't worry about it. I know my faults, Sherlock. We're all flawed. Even you.
*She takes a drink of water. A cleaner rushes in with a mop and the pair watch, in silence, as Harry's vomit is washed away.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 1:57:45 GMT
*a nurse enters*
"How are you feeling?"
Let's see, numerous broken bones, a concussion, and not nearly enough pain medication to cover it up.
*sarcastic eye roll*
I'm feeling fine.
"Would you like me to ask the doctor to increase your medicine?"
Obviously!
*his agitation is making it worse as he's wiggling in his bed*
*cries out in pain as his spine shifts wrong and pinches a nerve*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 8:08:15 GMT
*Harry winces at Sherlock's pain, and she instinctively puts her hand on his arm *
Stay still, stop fidgeting.
*She watches, while the nurse adjusts dials and drips, before rounding on Harry*
"Right, I'm going to have to take some blood."
*Harry nods sagely, and begins to wheel herself out of the cubicle, but the nurse stops her.*
"Oh we can stay in here, it's fine."
*Harry opens her mouth to protest but the nurse has already produced the needle from a tray behind her*
Oh God, is this really necessary? That's... quite a big needle...
* Now Harry is fidgeting restlessly, staring with panic in her eyes at the short, sharp needle heading towards the crook of her elbow*
"Just relax, it won't hurt a bit".
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 10:32:59 GMT
*beginning to get a bit woozy as the pain medication starts working better*
Don't be stupid, of course it's going to hurt. But I don't see the point of being nervous. It isn't like it's some street-junkie's needle. It's perfectly sanitary, unless the hospital has a seriously lax collective ethical sense.
*narrows eyes at the nurse*
Why do you have to take her blood? It's not as though we have reason to suspect she was exposed to anything I wasn't.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 11:07:38 GMT
*The nurse frowns at Sherlock; she's starting to get annoyed*
"We've got to check her levels of iron and potassium - pregnant women often suffer deficiencies. After that, we've got to take her for an ultrasound"
*Harry looks momentarily nervous about the ultrasound, but then the nurse slowly probes the needle to her vein. Harry whimpers and moans immediately*
Ow! OW! Oh God, OW!!!!!!! Argh, hurry up. It HURTS.
*Biting her lip furiously and opening the earlier wound, she grabs Sherlock's arm with a vice like grip, her nails digging in while she tries to ignore the pain*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 15:06:30 GMT
*through gritted teeth--even with the pain medication, that hurts a lot*
Do you mind? I really don't need more injuries! Too late.
*he watches the blood start to come around from her fingernails*
For heaven's sake. It can't hurt that badly.
*more than slightly irritated that she's taken it out on him*
Why are you so frightened of needles, anyway?
*as both a man of reason and an ex-cocaine addict, he honestly has no idea why someone would be frightened of a tiny little metal tube*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 15:24:55 GMT
*Smiling through tears*
I'm gay. It's all too phallic for me. It's all tingly and *the nurse removes the needle and Harry winces, gripping Sherlock's arm tighter* It *hurts*.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 16:28:17 GMT
You'll forgive me if I find that argument unsatisfactory. I have no trouble with them.
And as for "tingly", well, let's just say I know what that feels like.
*realizes he's blurted something he hasn't even told John (even though Mycroft did)*
*startled*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 17:47:14 GMT
*Harry stares at Sherlock, eyebrows raised, as the Nurse puts a small plaster on her elbow. The nurse beams and pats Harry's arm*
"There we go, that's that done. Your ultrasound is booked for quarter to five, someone will come and collect you. You're welcome to stay here until then. Do you want us to call anyone, to come with you?"
*Harry shakes her head* My brother's ill, I doubt he'll answer the phone.
"Not to worry dear, I'm sure Mr Holmes will be happy to come with you. *To Sherlock* It'll do you good to get out of bed."
*Harry glances at Sherlock pleadingly.*
I don't want to do this on my own. I'd rather him than no-one at all.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 20:35:09 GMT
Oh, yes, marvellous idea to have someone with a severely injured back, recovering-from-dislocation shoulder, and severe concussion accompany a pregnant woman he barely knows to an ultrasound.
*wants desperately to say that, but out of respect for John, goes with:*
Yes. Fine. But I shouldn't put more strain on my back--I did actually hear the doctor use the term "cracked vertebra". I do live with a doctor, and I myself have dabbled in forensic pathology, so dancing around the subject by telling me "you shouldn't walk for a while, your back got hurt pretty badly" is only going to frustrate me.
*slightly cross with himself for venting his frustration*
Yes. I'll accompany you, for John's sake. He doesn't even know where I am, probably thinks I'm just out on a case or something.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 20:42:39 GMT
*Harry sighs with relief. Her bright green eyes can't hide her fear. She's a little pale from the blood test. The nurse is still beaming*
"Fabulous. I'll send someone down with a chair in an hour. *to Harry* Your leg isn't very severely damaged, so we might try you on crutches."
*Harry is trembling by this point, and her voice is soft and cracked*
Fine. Thank you.
*The nurse leaves, still beaming*
Thank you, Sherlock. Oh God, I've never had an ultrasound. And you ought to text John. But - don't tell him about. You know. *She gestures in the general direction of her stomach. Her lip is bleeding slightly again.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 21:33:28 GMT
*eyeroll*
Don't you have his number?
*vision blurs*
*blinks quite hard*
*the nurse reenters with a wheelchair and Sherlock, being as stubborn as he is, tries to get into it on his own but loses his balance and falls into her arms, suppressing a cry of pain as she catches him by the torso, right on his broken ribs*
Stupid woman!
*breathes hard as he is lowered into the wheelchair a bit more carefully, but still just as painfully*
*mock-cheer around laboured breaths*
Shall we go?
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 21:38:37 GMT
*Harry, unusually quiet and still shaking, is helped up by the nurse and onto crutches. Her broken fingers clasp the handle and she shuffles forward.*
Nurse: Have you use crutches before?
Harry: Once. I broke my foot doing a cartwheel in the back garden when I was fifteen. *Harry looks at Sherlock, bruised and battered in a hospital gown and laughs*
What a tragic pair we are Sherlock. The detective and the drunk. Right. I'm ready.
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jan 12, 2012 22:00:40 GMT
We're not any sort of pair, just two people shoved together by circumstance and persistence and kept there by physicians.
*insists on rolling himself but stops after the pain aggravates his ribs*
*frowns as the nurse pushes him*
Though I must confess to a measure of curiosity--I've never seen an ultrasound in person.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Jan 12, 2012 22:05:22 GMT
*Harry, petrified at her own circumstances, still in pain and her ears ringing from the explosion, turns on Sherlock and snaps, halting his path with her crutch*
Will you *cheer* UP? I'm as ****ed off as you are - more so, since my life has been effectively ruined by the fact that I'm PREGNANT. I get it. You hate me. You think I'm annoying and stupid. But right now, and possibly for the remainder of my life, I don't CARE what you think. Im a little busy focussing on what to do with the FETUS inside me. So, unless you have any suggestions, could you keep your smart mouth shut, please?
*Harry gives Sherlock a firm poke in the leg with her crutch, before limping forward. The nurse, speechless, shrugs and wheels Sherlock after her.*
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