Deduction. Seduction?

Sentiment

"Don't worry next date won't be like this." John's voice filtered through. You groaned and rolled onto your back. Sarah was sobbing now. 

"Y/N?" Sherlock questioned. Your eyes opened to him leaning over you. He gave you a small smile before helping you to your feet. Your vision blurred and you turned away to vomit. Sherlock gripped your elbow to keep you on your feet. 

"John, she has a concussion." Sherlock stated. You waved him off after wiping away the vomit from your lips. 

"I am fine!" You said pulling your elbow from his grasp. His eyebrows raised as your whole world spun. Your hand reached up to where your head was throbbing. You touched it lightly. Blood coated your finger tips making you close your eyes for a brief second. Sherlock had stepped away to untie John. 

You watched as John rushed forward and fretted over Sarah. Your eyes picked up on her slight body language. She wanted nothing to do with him. You walked behind Sherlock out of the tunnel. John had a comforting arm around Sarah who pulled the blanket around herself tighter.  You saw the inspector watching you three emerge. 

"We will just slip off. No need to mention us in your report." Sherlock said to him

"Mr. Holmes." He said with warning in his voice. 

"I have high hopes for you inspector. A  glittering career." Sherlock said turning back to make sure you were following as he kept going. 

"I go where you point me." The inspector said while Sherlock was still within earshot. You smirked. So that's what it was to be a consulting detective. 

It took some time before any cabbie would stop and pick up your lot. You leaned heavily on Sherlock as the throbbing in your head became worse. John still wrapped around a lightly crying Sarah. 

"Sorry." You mumbled as you stumbled and gripped Sherlock a little tighter. He stiffened but did not say anything to you. You knew he did not like being touched. You didn't either, but it seemed the situation called for it. Finally, a cabbie pulled up along the curb. Sherlock promised to pay him extra for the trip and you slid into the seat thankful to longer be standing. 

"John, will you look at Y/N's head?" Sherlock asked. Your eyes met his and you cocked your head to the side. Did you hear worry in his voice. John untangled himself from Sarah and gave Sherlock a glare. John turned your head to the side by your chin. He lightly probed at the wound making you groan. 

"Bloody hell, Sherlock. Why didn't you say something sooner!" John exclaimed. He looked around the cab for a brief second before outstretching his hand to Sherlock. "Give me your scarf. I need something to stop this bleeding. The concussion is bad but the bleeding needs my attention now." John  said his eyes not leaving the side of your head. Sherlock stiffened beside you and ever so slowly pulled the scarf from around his throat. 

John quickly snatched it and pressed it to the side of your head. Pain almost made you cry out. Your vision once again blurred. You closed your eyes and left the real world to file information about the nights events to distract you from the pain. You felt the cab come to a stop and you opened your eyes. 

"Come now. I can stitch the wound closed inside." John said. You looked at Sarah and then at John. 

"I can handle it John. Thank you." You whispered grabbing the scarf and holding it in place. You stepped from the cab and made your way inside the baker street apartments. Sherlock had already raced upstairs. You paused in the entry way deciding between going upstairs or to your own apartment. 

"Yoowhoo." Ms. Hudson's voice came from upstairs. You smiled as she came down the stairs. She saw you and immediately started fretting. 

"Those boy's I swear!" She said carefully walking you up the stairs back into their flat. 

"Ms. Hudson, please. I just need a first aid kit. I am fine." You said. She tutted and continued to walk you up the stairs. 

"Nonsense. John will be back shortly. Sherlock can babysit until he returns." She said with conviction. Sherlock was curled up in his chair watching telly. His eyes met yours and you gave a sheepish smile. 

"Now Sherlock. I am going to call John. You make sure nothing happens to her in the mean time." Ms. Hudson commanded. Sherlock didn't respond his eyes following your movement as you sunk into the couch. 

"I just need a first aid kit." You pouted trying to ignore the blaring telly. Sherlock stood and walked up the stairs and returned with a canvas bag. He dropped the bag at your feet and threw himself back into the chair. You glanced down at the canvas bag and slowly picked it up. You peeked inside and smiled when you saw it was John's first aid kit. 

You pulled the scarf away from the side of your head cringing as the fibers of the cloth pulled out of the split. You felt the blood start to make a steady stream down your neck and into your shirt. 

"Oh my." Ms. Hudson muttered before rushing down the stairs phone in hand. You dug around in the back finding the surgical thread and a unopened needle. You dig around some more and found the antiseptic. 

"Do you have a mirror?" You asked finally looking up. Sherlock stood again and grabbed a small mirror from of his desk and handed it to you. His eyes didn't wander back to the telly as you began to clean and stitch the wound on your head. 

"Your joking!" John shouted as he entered the flat. You looked up and smiled a little at your handy work. The bleeding had stopped and the stitches didn't look half bad. You grabbed some gauze and cleaned the wound again. John snatched the items out of your hand. 

"Letting someone who is concussed do their own stitches. He must have lost it." John whispered while examining you once again. He seemed happy enough because he wrapped the wound to keep it clean and stood up. 

"Sherlock I can not believe you!" He shouted before taking his bag and going upstairs. 

"I don't understand what just happened?" You asked aloud not really expecting an answer. 

"Sentiment" Sherlock replied