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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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[fearfulhand]

"Not interested."

He laughs, shaking his head.

"You want to know how many people have tried to buy me since I met that bastard in there?"

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"I can make an educated guess."

He admits.

"If you're responsible for a fraction of the handiwork I believe can be ascribed to you."

[fearfulhand]

"There you have it. I'm done killing for the queen anyway."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Very well. I will not inquire again, but if you ever find yourself with a surplus of time on your hands, consider the offer open."

He promises, still unperturbed.

[fearfulhand]

"Good to know."

A sarcastic salute.

"I'm nothing if not patriotic."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

It surprises him into a wider smile.

"I have a few phone calls to place. Please excuse me."

He'll take a few steps down the hall for this one.

[fearfulhand]

Sebastian is just going to keep smoking. He won't leave the door for an instant, not with Jim in there.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Mycroft makes a few calls. Work, for once, since he doesn't intend to return this evening and won't be available. A second hospital, one where he has a little more control over the staff. Private, unmarked transportation.

Dinner, for two, to be delivered to the hallway.

[fearfulhand]

He glances up when the delivery man brings it by, barely managing a grunt in acknowledgement. Sebastian is starving.

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Mycroft returns a few moments later, repocketing his phone, a few seconds after a few of the bewildered orderlies who have been instructed by on high to drop off chairs for them.

He takes a seat comfortably.

[fearfulhand]

He looks up at him, before indicating to the food.

"You did this."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"Obviously."

Picking up one of the containers of steamed vegetables.

[fearfulhand]

"Well-"

He reaches for a container himself.

"Thanks, I guess."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

"How long will they expect you to stay here?"

Curious. This does not seem sensible to him.

[fearfulhand]

"Until he tells me to go elsewhere."

He sighs.

"If you're moving Junior, he'll move me to watch him until he needs something taken care of."

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Mycroft will see him fed, he decides. Strictly in the interest of keeping Sherlock's supervision... effective.

[fearfulhand]

He shrugs.

"Why are you still here, anyway? No government to run?"