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Guppy is in the infirmary, checking the scanner. It's lately taken to installing updates when he least expects it.

"I should think not," says Mycroft. "Although, I'm sure there's a cold case or two you could take a look at with your extra time."

He's learned how to deal with Sherlock's boredom. As well as it can be dealt with, anyway.

"Maybe I don't want to look at your cold cases, Mycroft. Did that thought ever occur to you? Maybe I just want to catch up on Britain's Got Talent and practise violin."

Brood, in other words.

"Those are both fine. Just don't do anything that puts undue pressure on them for the time being." Guppy says. "Whether it's martial arts, skydiving or annoying Gene Hunt. If you break them again when they're half healed, it's harder for me to fuse them again."

He puts the scanner away and gets the tooth from Work Experience Waitrat. He cleans it thoroughly.

"Okay, I'm afraid this bit is going to hurt." he says, "But not for too long."

Once Sherlock is ready, he reinserts the tooth.

"I was thinking more along the lines of asking that Inspector you're always running around with," Mycroft says once Sherlock is able to listen again.

"But very well. Do you have it here, or should I have it delivered?"

Sherlock can't answer, as Guppy has his hands in his mouth.

He waves a hand that Mycroft might interpret as meaning he needs it delivered.

There is a moment when he goes still as the tooth is reinserted. The pain makes him go white as a sheet.

"All done." Guppy says gently, putting the head of Sherlock's bed back a bit now that the bleeding has stopped. He cleans up Sherlock's face.

"You can stay here and rest as long as you want or need. Do you have a room here?"

Well, that's something that Mycroft never wants to bear witness to ever again. It feels like a bit of a failure on his part that this whole mess happened at all.

"I'll see to it that your things are delivered," he says to Sherlock as he rises to his feet.

"Wait. Don't go."

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.

Mycroft waits by the door for Sherlock to get his head together. He hasn't heard this tone come from his brother in a very long time, and it's rather alarming to hear it now.

"Of course," he says.

He watches for any indicator that Sherlock might want a bit of help back onto his feet, but doesn't offer in order to spare his pride.

Edited 2011-05-23 04:33 (UTC)

Guppy gets Sherlock a glass of water.

"Take your time." he says, firmly. "Just because we patched you up doesn't change the fact that you've just sustained a significant beating. Considering it was Gene you were fighting, you've done better than most."

He tidies up the equipment and enters the paperwork. 'Fight with Gene Hunt' has been such a frequent cause of admission that it now has its own code.

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