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[bigbrotheriswatching]

Sherlock is half blown up, lying in a hospital bed with machines attached.

Mycroft moves purposefully down the hallway and into the room as soon as he hears, as soon as he can make it there.

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[napoleonofcrime]

He tilts his head into it with a sigh.

"Then get out next time I tell you to. Promise me that."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Don't abuse that."

He tells him.

"If you fake it once I'll never, ever believe anything you say ever again."

[napoleonofcrime]

"Agreed."

Another little kiss.

"You'll make a full recovery. Your brother wants you to transfer to a private hospital."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Jim-"

Immediately dismayed. Nothing would be more agonizing than being confined to one room, forever and ever.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Just until you're all better, cupcake."

He smiles wryly.

"He's telling me where you are, so I'll be there too. Every day. We'll make puzzles for each other."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"You're very worried. How badly am I hurt?"

He checks, reaching up and drawing fingers along Jim's smile.

[napoleonofcrime]

He cocks his head to the side at that, kissing Sherlock's fingertips.

"Badly. But I wasn't lying when I said you'd be fine."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Perhaps I miscalculated the level of risk I should be taking."

He admits, softly.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Of that, there's no doubt."

He huffs.

"Do you need anything?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Water? And someone to manage my medications once they let me out of here."

Because he has that familiar too good feeling.

[napoleonofcrime]

"-do you want me to stay with you?"

Carefully. It didn't work out well last time.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Could we go away together?"

They did well in Madrid, sprawled in their hotel room for hours, with everything new and no way to trespass on each others' lives.

[napoleonofcrime]

"Mm."

He closes his eyes for a moment. It's been a few days since his last nap.

"Iceland?"

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

"Perfect."

Smiling.

"I might rest."

[napoleonofcrime]

"Yes, alright."

He pats at Sherlock's arm, laying his head down on the bed.

"I might too. Sebastian is guarding the door, and I'm blackmailing the hospital director into adding more security."

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

He reaches down and clutches at the edge of his shirt, holding him close on the bed with a massive yawn. He'll pass back out now.

Mycroft steps away from the door, stopping eavesdropping.

[fearfulhand]

Sebastian just raises an eyebrow at him.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a little overprotective of the Holmes junior."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Your boss has been a good influence on him."

James Moriarty. The more mature and less self-destructive one in the relationship. Think about that, Sebastian

[fearfulhand]

Sebastian laughs.

"I'll believe that when hell freezes over."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"And yet, Sherlock is the one in the hospital bed."

Nodding at the door.

"I may not understand what draws them to each other, but I would be a fool to try to step between them, don't you think?"

[fearfulhand]

"And Jim's the one who put him there."

Sebastian comments wryly.

"That's pretty fucked, if you ask me."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"This is the first time I've stood in front of his hospital room door in seven years. And the eighteenth time I've done so."

Observes Mycroft, placidly.

[fearfulhand]

He snorts, digging through his breast pocket for a cigarrete, glaring at the nurse nearby, as if daring her to say something.

She won't. Jim owns this hospital- at least, he owns the people who matter here.

"Seems like everyone would be better off if they just honeymooned for the rest of their lives."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"If you can think of a way to encourage them to, please share."

Mycroft suggests, reaching to his own pocket for a pack. He still doesn't smoke, really, however...

[fearfulhand]

He shakes his head.

"I can think of a few ways to send them on a permanent vacation- but you wouldn't like any of them, hm?"