Stolen Clothes
Title: Stolen Clothes
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #31 Cough
Word Count: 329 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Save your breath for breathing, Watson."
Author's Notes: Mild spoilers for the 2009 movie.
Holmes flinched at the sight of the scarlet droplets of blood that dotted his once pristine shirt sleeve.
Even though he knew that they really weren't the harbingers of death that they appeared to be, it was difficult to think of them for what they really were.
"Sorry 'bout that, Holmes," a tired, hoarse voice broke into the detective's thoughts.
"Save your breath for breathing, Watson," Holmes gently rebuked his sick friend as he placed the thermometer back in the doctor's mouth.
Five minutes later, Holmes removed the thermometer from his friend's mouth and read it. He waited for Watson to finish coughing before he spoke.
"100.3," he announced.
Watson groaned.
"What's wrong?" Holmes asked. "Your fever's finally going down."
"It's not going down fast enough," rasped Watson.
"Well, if you hadn't insisted on coming with me to investigate Father McKay's claim that he did not kill Bill Hadwell, then your cough wouldn't have worsened," Holmes observed.
"Yeah, and you would have been dead," Watson was quick to point out.
Holmes had to agree with Watson on that point, since Watson was correct. He didn't let that stop him from making his point that Watson was solely to blame for his present lack of health, however.
"Be it as it may, Watson, I did not order you to follow me into the crypts after Bill Hadwell's murderer. You went down there of your own accord," he reminded his biographer and friend.
"I wasn't going to let you face an armed killer knowing that you were unarmed, Holmes," Watson retorted. "You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't allow such a thing to happen."
Holmes didn't have a reply to that one.
Technically, he did, he just couldn't say it without riling up the doctor--which would in turn aggravate the man's cough.
And he didn't want any more bloodstains on this shirt, since he had borrowed--though Watson would call it 'pilfer'--it from his flatmate's wardrobe.
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: S. Holmes, J. Watson
Table: Five
Prompt: #31 Cough
Word Count: 329 words
Rating: PG
Summary: "Save your breath for breathing, Watson."
Author's Notes: Mild spoilers for the 2009 movie.
Holmes flinched at the sight of the scarlet droplets of blood that dotted his once pristine shirt sleeve.
Even though he knew that they really weren't the harbingers of death that they appeared to be, it was difficult to think of them for what they really were.
"Sorry 'bout that, Holmes," a tired, hoarse voice broke into the detective's thoughts.
"Save your breath for breathing, Watson," Holmes gently rebuked his sick friend as he placed the thermometer back in the doctor's mouth.
Five minutes later, Holmes removed the thermometer from his friend's mouth and read it. He waited for Watson to finish coughing before he spoke.
"100.3," he announced.
Watson groaned.
"What's wrong?" Holmes asked. "Your fever's finally going down."
"It's not going down fast enough," rasped Watson.
"Well, if you hadn't insisted on coming with me to investigate Father McKay's claim that he did not kill Bill Hadwell, then your cough wouldn't have worsened," Holmes observed.
"Yeah, and you would have been dead," Watson was quick to point out.
Holmes had to agree with Watson on that point, since Watson was correct. He didn't let that stop him from making his point that Watson was solely to blame for his present lack of health, however.
"Be it as it may, Watson, I did not order you to follow me into the crypts after Bill Hadwell's murderer. You went down there of your own accord," he reminded his biographer and friend.
"I wasn't going to let you face an armed killer knowing that you were unarmed, Holmes," Watson retorted. "You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't allow such a thing to happen."
Holmes didn't have a reply to that one.
Technically, he did, he just couldn't say it without riling up the doctor--which would in turn aggravate the man's cough.
And he didn't want any more bloodstains on this shirt, since he had borrowed--though Watson would call it 'pilfer'--it from his flatmate's wardrobe.