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

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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