Sherlock Fic: Falling off the Stoa Poikile
Falling off the Stoa Poikile
Sergeant Jarvis watched the man lounging against a pile of coats while his friend disinfected and bandaged the enormous gash that ran from palm to elbow. He'd refused medical help when he clearly needed stitches. She turned to Lestrade.
"Sir."
"Yes?"
"Sir, you said he was . . . I mean, that's a nasty wound. And he's so calm he's nearly . . . stoic!"
"Is he?" Lestrade looked around and shrugged. "That's nice. You'll--"
At that moment the patient jumped up and started shouting about his phone and throwing things while his friend trailed along cursing and holding half a bandage.
"Oh."
Lestrade laughed.