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jackwabbit) wrote2012-04-09 09:46 pm
jackwabbit) wrote2012-04-09 09:46 pm
New Fic: The Bollocks Series, Exception to the Rule
Exception to the Rule
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG-13 (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. Lestrade POV. Lestrade, John, Sherlock.
Series: Any.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Do doctors really make the worst patients? Generally, yes. But not always.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
xxx
When I got the call, I came right down.
I knew they were alright immediately, because I heard Sherlock long before I saw him.
He was dissecting someone’s life whilst simultaneously critiquing their stitching technique.
“I could do better myself,” he complained. I was surprised they didn’t leave him to try until I entered the room and realized Sherlock wasn’t the one being tended.
Instead, he was fighting with two orderlies who were attempting to get him onto a bed.
“I am fine!” he insisted periodically, despite the blood running freely down his left arm.
Meanwhile, John Watson sat on a gurney with his face in one hand whilst the other was being stitched up.
As Sherlock hovered over John and began another tirade about how John was a surgeon and how they’d best be careful and how if they weren’t there would be hell to pay, John looked up. He nodded at me, then met his doctor’s eyes. After a moment, he gave a single nod to his colleague.
Seven minutes later, Sherlock Holmes lay sedated on his own gurney as nurses cleaned his wounds.
John looked at me, then at Sherlock, and then he laughed out loud.
He didn’t stop for a good long time, and neither did I.
I’ve always heard that doctors make the worst patients.
Bollocks.
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Rated: PG-13 (Language)
Category: 221B Fic. Gen. Lestrade POV. Lestrade, John, Sherlock.
Series: Any.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Do doctors really make the worst patients? Generally, yes. But not always.
Word Count: Why, 221 (and ending with a “B” word), of course!
xxx
When I got the call, I came right down.
I knew they were alright immediately, because I heard Sherlock long before I saw him.
He was dissecting someone’s life whilst simultaneously critiquing their stitching technique.
“I could do better myself,” he complained. I was surprised they didn’t leave him to try until I entered the room and realized Sherlock wasn’t the one being tended.
Instead, he was fighting with two orderlies who were attempting to get him onto a bed.
“I am fine!” he insisted periodically, despite the blood running freely down his left arm.
Meanwhile, John Watson sat on a gurney with his face in one hand whilst the other was being stitched up.
As Sherlock hovered over John and began another tirade about how John was a surgeon and how they’d best be careful and how if they weren’t there would be hell to pay, John looked up. He nodded at me, then met his doctor’s eyes. After a moment, he gave a single nod to his colleague.
Seven minutes later, Sherlock Holmes lay sedated on his own gurney as nurses cleaned his wounds.
John looked at me, then at Sherlock, and then he laughed out loud.
He didn’t stop for a good long time, and neither did I.
I’ve always heard that doctors make the worst patients.
Bollocks.