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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]

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?"