The World In Our Hands (Sherlolly/John Mary)

Ouch (chapter 8)

SHERLOCK

Ordinary people are adorable after hearing a THUD..... THUMP.... BOOM and crash I knew John fell so I'm not going to lie kinda laughed.

"John are you okay"

No answer I got up and looked at the bottom of the stairs he was laying there in a knot. Cut up from one of the bottles that broke I helped him up and dragged him to the couch. I sat him down. An studied all his cuts and glass that was in him.

There was a really big piece in his upper thigh. A couple on small ones here and there one really bad one on his forehead. I went to the bathroom and grabbed some tweezers, peroxide, and a two metal bowl from the cabinet. I got a couple cotton balls, I got some gauze and sutures out of the first aid kit. John was still out cold. I quickly went to work I put peroxide in both the bowls one with cotton balls the other with out. I then went to his thigh and pulled out the biggest piece of glass. I pulled it out and put it in the bowl that did not have the cotton balls. When I turned around blood was gushing every where I realized I forgot one thing, the towel.

I quickly ran and got a towel when I came back he was not bleeding as much but I put the towel on it. I did not want to but I had to pull his trousers off hoping he had boxers on. He did thank God! I grabbed a tie that I no longer used and tied it tight at the very top of his thigh.

"That should do."

I then return to what I was doing. I grabbed a cotton ball that had been sitting in the peroxide and cleaned around the cut. I realized I should be wearing gloves for this next part. I ran and got some, put them on and started to sew him up. When I finished wrapping his leg up with gauze. I then went to his forehead put a couple of stitched there. When I finished. I went through and got all the little tiny pieces. By this time he was waking up it was four at night. I had pulled a total of a hundred pieces of glass out of my doctor. He had 30 stitches on his upper thigh and 7 on his forehead.

I ran and got the other smaller bottle of vodka that was by the end of the stairs. I sat it next to him and went and got the dust pan and broom and picked up the glass and threw it away. I finally agent back to the living room picked Watson up and carried him to my room I knew getting him up those stairs would be the hard. Once I covered him up I agent back into the living room four thirty.

What was he getting those bottles for I don't drink he knows that. Then I it hit me I woke up in horror and he was finding something to sooth me he was trying to help me and he got hurt....I guess I drink now.

JOHN

When I woke up it was ten in the morning I was in Sherlock's bed. I WAS IN SHERLOCK HOLMES BED!? What the hell happened last night all I remember is getting the two small bottles of vodka and that was it. The bottles themselves where not that big, not big enough to even make you drunk little lone blacked out drunk. I very strong smell of liquor was coming from me and I had a horrible pounding headache Then I looked over to his nightstand there was my phone a empty bottle....and ....fuck.....a note. I leaned over and grabbed the note it said...

"I had a good night last night thank you. I really needed that It helped me get my mind off of Molly."

-SH"

Oh carp what did I do? What did we do oh God as I got up out of his bed I felt a stabbing pain in my upper thigh. When I looked down I saw I had my old sleep wear on. Damn my leg I muttered as I stood up. I walked into the bathroom I looked in the mirror and say a huge cut on my forehead "what the hell" I took everything off to get in the shower I was full of cuts I had stitches on my upper thigh and forehead....I don't remember going to the doctor but these are so perfectly done I had to have plus Sherlock doesn't know how to do this.

When I got out of the shower I grabbed my phone from Sherlock room and went to the living room in the table was a broken bottle. Sutures my trousers, two bowls with what I presume had peroxide, one with glass and blood. One with cotton balls tweezers,and a bloody towel.

Oh my God he did sew me up!

"Thank you... What all happened last night?-JW"

He replied with in a couple of seconds.

"Oh we got plastered and fooled around a bit then you fell.-SH"

Oh no we did do something. I did not reply for a couple of seconds scared to ask what he meant. Then I got another text.

"I'm just messing around but you did fall on you way down the stairs with two small bottles of vodka in hand one broke your fall. -SH"

"No kidding! You did a great job on the stitches by the way...did you dress me? And who drank the other bottle of vodka?-JW"

"Yes I dressed you. You where all bloody and I did not want you sleeping in my bed like that and yes I did drink the other bottle of vodka.-SH"

"John?-SH"

"Yes Sherlock-JW"

" Why did you have two bottles of vodka under your bed? -SH"

"Because when you jumped. I jumped in to a bottle and lived in it for about six months.-JW"

It was five minutes before he replied.

"I am truly sorry my dear Watson.-SH"

"Its okay. Your ok now. One last thing Sherlock where did you learn to stitch some one up like this. I mean this is perfect?-JW"

"First time, their was a manually on it in the kit.-SH