The World In Our Hands (Sherlolly/John Mary)

Whats in the crib (Chapter 15)

JOHN
It had shocked me that Sherlock never once hit me when I attack him. Nor was he ever mad when I did it, he just took it.

"Sherlock, why is it that you never hit me back when I attack you?"

"Well because I have always deserved it when you do attack me. Plus I have gone through way worse then that."

"What are the damages you have?" I asked looking at him.

"Three broken ribs, a broken nose, lip is busted all the way through and I'm pissing blood." He said quickly. He gave me a look over then said. "You have a broken nose, a sprained wrist and a couple of broken knuckles which to my surprise is in your left and not your right."

"Okay smart arse." I then walked to to the bathroom and came back with a first aid kit. I stitched his lip up. He put his nose back into place. I wrapped my left hand he wrapped my right hand. He then put my nose back into place. It hurt like a bitch but I did not want a crooked nose.

SHERLOCK
When we finally got to 221B it was two o'clock Molly and Mary were both asleep on the couch. I went and made two bottles of formula I handed one to John. And we both headed to the bed room. I heard a soft whimper so I walked a little faster. When I got to the room I noticed it was quiet, Hamish was in the same bed as William, sound asleep.

"Why are they in the same bed?" I said furrowing my brow.
"How the hell I'm I suppose to know?" He said with a frown. "You're the genius."
"They are both asleep."
"No shit Sherlock."
"No but I heard a whimper as we walked in here, but they are both asleep."
"Hmm" John murmured as he picked up William to place in the other crib. When he reached the crib he dropped the other bottle.
"Sherlock!? Look!" He said with a scared look on his face.