John sighed. Sherlock was sitting down at the kitchen table, and looking down at a sample underneath his microscope.
"Nicotine patches, like you asked." John said. Sherlock lifted up his right arm. He didn't even look up.
"Put it here." Sherlock said.
"All right." John said, opening the box.
"Three." Sherlock said.
"Two." John tore off one patch and placed it onto Sherlock's arm. An idea hit him. He ripped off another nicotine patch and slapped onto Sherlock's forehead.
"That one will help you directly." John said. Sherlock looked up, irritated, with a frown on his face.
"That's not even funny." he snarled before ripped it off, wincing, and placing it on his arm. John smiled at him.
"Yes, it is."
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
