[ Steak knives aren't exactly conducive to clean wounds; anyone would be a little worse for wear after that (although, admittedly, Sherlock only has himself to blame).
The steak knife has since somehow found itself in an evidence bag, away from prying eyes within one of his many coat pockets. Thankfully Sherlock is far too invested in picking off stray prints from it to ever use it as a weapon, so John can rest safe in the knowledge that if he does end up dying tonight, it won't be via steak knife.
Of course, that was never really the worry, was it? ]
To be determined.
[ Which is perhaps not as helpful as being actively encouraging, but Sherlock has never been one to say things simply because it's what should be said.
John remains as stubborn as ever, and far be it for Sherlock to attempt to sway this doctor away from doing what he apparently assumes is his duty; it'd be counter-productive to engage in an argument, especially when he's invested in this particular outcome. At some point self-preservation has to kick in, and Sherlock certainly isn't immune to the basic fundamentals of continued survival.
Sherlock scoffs with the mention of patient, though. Surely patients are generally alive as opposed to definitely dead. One would hope, at least. ]
How very noble of you.
[ Not that Sherlock's complaining.
The ability to be chivalrous has long since left him; he reaches out and takes the offered forearm carefully, frowning as his pulse practically courses through him. ]
I'll try to pay attention to how much I'm taking, but you'll need to be aware too.
[ Because sometimes it's not as easy as just stopping. Is a safe word necessary? Probably. ]
If you tell me to stop, I'll stop.
[ For his own benefit as much as John's - personal reassurance, the sentence repeated in his head on the off chance it might condition him into listening.
no subject
The steak knife has since somehow found itself in an evidence bag, away from prying eyes within one of his many coat pockets. Thankfully Sherlock is far too invested in picking off stray prints from it to ever use it as a weapon, so John can rest safe in the knowledge that if he does end up dying tonight, it won't be via steak knife.
Of course, that was never really the worry, was it? ]
To be determined.
[ Which is perhaps not as helpful as being actively encouraging, but Sherlock has never been one to say things simply because it's what should be said.
John remains as stubborn as ever, and far be it for Sherlock to attempt to sway this doctor away from doing what he apparently assumes is his duty; it'd be counter-productive to engage in an argument, especially when he's invested in this particular outcome. At some point self-preservation has to kick in, and Sherlock certainly isn't immune to the basic fundamentals of continued survival.
Sherlock scoffs with the mention of patient, though. Surely patients are generally alive as opposed to definitely dead. One would hope, at least. ]
How very noble of you.
[ Not that Sherlock's complaining.
The ability to be chivalrous has long since left him; he reaches out and takes the offered forearm carefully, frowning as his pulse practically courses through him. ]
I'll try to pay attention to how much I'm taking, but you'll need to be aware too.
[ Because sometimes it's not as easy as just stopping. Is a safe word necessary? Probably. ]
If you tell me to stop, I'll stop.
[ For his own benefit as much as John's - personal reassurance, the sentence repeated in his head on the off chance it might condition him into listening.
You can never be too careful. ]