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[guppy_sandhu]

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

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[not_yourproblem]

There's a light but insistent tapping of the tip of Mycroft's umbrella against the floor as he leads a badly damaged Sherlock Holmes into the infirmary.

Well, perhaps lead isn't the correct verb. There's more support happening than anything by this point.

"Sherlock, you great thorn in my side. Would you stop bleeding on me?"

And they're right back to normal, it would seem.

[hello_freak]

"You namby pamby politician," he grins, weakly. "Send me a sodding bill for your dry cleaning. Hello, Doctor. Seems I have need of your services."

He's rather glad John isn't here to see this. He'd hear no end of it.

[guppy_sandhu]

"What happened?" Guppy asks, washing his hands, pulling some gloves on and coming over.

Better not be Gene bloody Hunt again. That man seems to have provided him with 90% of his most recent patients.

[not_yourproblem]

"One DCI Hunt happened," Mycroft says, helping Sherlock to a place where he can safely sit before frowning on the stains on his new jacket. "But I'm sure you could have worked that one out on your own."