Oh sitting up that quickly was a bad idea. Sherlock fades back to the bed, glaring up at the fluorescent lights of the infirmary like they're the sole cause of his now splitting headache.
"Thank you, Doctor. Just, give me a moment. I'll go with you." His tone is a bit quieter than usual, as if talking itself was painful.
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Oh sitting up that quickly was a bad idea. Sherlock fades back to the bed, glaring up at the fluorescent lights of the infirmary like they're the sole cause of his now splitting headache.
"Thank you, Doctor. Just, give me a moment. I'll go with you." His tone is a bit quieter than usual, as if talking itself was painful.