The Clinic, Monday Morning

[justhisblogger]

All right.

It was John's first day.

He should make a good impression with the nurses, and the rest of the staff, and check up on everything, and perhaps go through some charts. Responsible work. Good work. Important work.

Unfortunately, Sherlock had different priorities, so at this hour of the morning, John Watson was fast asleep at the desk.

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[boobs_and_bombs]

Let's see. New island, full of new people, and possibly a lot of trouble to get herself into. Yes, please! Pondering her possibilities, a rather terrible idea crossed Kūkaku's mind as she passed the clinic.

One glance to her right side, a small smirk, and then a moment to work herself into a appropriately false panic.

"My arm!" Bursting through the door, Kūkaku waved about her stump of a right arm, as well as the intact left one to add to the effect. "Oh God, my arm!"

[justhisblogger]

John, being a rather heavy sleeper - at least when he'd just spent the past night running around Baltimore which really didn't have as many convenient rooftops or alleyways as London did, and hadn't gotten home until five in the morning, because Sherlock had gotten himself interested in a quantuple murder and... anyway - did not immediately startle.

He sort of drowsed awake instead, sluggishly ambling back into consciousness. "...pardon?"

[boobs_and_bombs]

That was...not the response that Kūkaku had been expecting. She paused for a moment, blinking at the desk jockey, and barely held back a sigh as she started up again, this time just waving the stub of her right arm.

"My arm! It's not there! In case you didn't notice!"

The fact that it looked very well healed and patched and not at all bloody probably took some of the immediacy out of Kūkaku's claim to disaster. Next time, she'll remember a packet of red juice. Make it squirt a little. Probably at inappropriate times.

[justhisblogger]

All that flailing and waving about didn't do as much to add to the urgency as Kukaku was probably hoping for, either. It did, however, grant John a rather generous view of her bosom, which did make him jerk upright.

"Oh," he said, blinking. "Oh, yes. That's... very terrible. Er. What happened to it, do you know?"

...Jerk upright, not into awakeness.