Sherlock, John and Mihaela had just finished a grueling investigation, and as they walked home, they were all feeling exhausted and ready for bed.
Mihaela stumbled on the sidewalk, her legs feeling weak as she tried to walk. Sherlock immediately noticed her struggle and scooped her up in his arms, his eyes filled with concern.
"Mihaela, are you okay? You don't look so good," he said, his voice laced with concern.
Mihaela nodded, her head feeling heavy as she tried to focus on Sherlock's face. "I'm just tired, Sherlock. I think I just need to get some rest," she said, her voice laced with fatigue.
Sherlock nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. He knew that Mihaela was tough, but he also knew that she had her limits. He carried her to the cab, his arms strong and steady as he helped her into the backseat.
John climbed in next to Mihaela, his eyes filled with concern as he watched her. "Mihaela, are you sure you're okay? You don't look so good," he said, his voice laced with worry.
Mihaela nodded, her eyes drifting closed as she leaned back against the seat. "I'm just tired, John. I think I just need some sleep," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As the cab pulled away from the curb, Sherlock and John watched over Mihaela, their eyes filled with concern. They knew that she was tough, but they also knew that she had her limits. And as they headed home, they vowed to always be there for her, no matter what happens.
