Prompting Part XXXV

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Things We Don't Say 5/?

[(Anonymous)]

Slipping out of the flat without Sherlock noticing was another matter entirely. She couldn’t climb out the bedroom window, not with one arm immobilized and still bleeding. Slipping past him in the living room was unlikely. She could wait till he went to the loo, but that wasn’t guaranteed to happen before John arrived. And she certainly couldn’t take Sherlock head-on in her condition.
In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure that she could even stand.
But every minute that she spent lying here was another minute that the man pictured in the manila folder Mycroft handed her would get closer to harming either Sherlock or John…or both. And she would never forgive herself if something happened to her boys.
Struggling back into a sitting position with a groan, Mary swung her legs out of the bed, noticing that her shoes had been taken off for her at some point the previous night. As she tentatively pushed herself to her feet, she couldn’t help her whine of pain as her shoulder strained with the weight.
Sherlock was in the doorway in a second, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes narrowed as he looked her over.

“What do you think you’re doing? Lie down. John will be here in a few moments.”

Mary pressed her lips together to resist the huff of irritation that wanted to escape.

“Sherlock. I’m fine. I’m going home, and you can tell John that he can meet me there if he wishes to. If you would be so kind as to find me a bandage, I’ll wrap this back up and be out of your hair.”

Sherlock stalked into the room, placed a finger in the center of her chest, and gave her a gentle shove.
Mary lost her balance, sitting down hard on the bed in surprise as Sherlock resumed his pacing in the bedroom.

“Yes, she’s still here. No, I’m not letting her leave,” Sherlock relayed into the phone, his tone bored but his eyes flashing. “Yes, still bleeding. I really don’t think she’ll go to a hospital…”

Mary shot him a glare, and Sherlock made a face.

“No, hospital is definitely out. Do hurry, John. She looks like she’s about to try and kill me, and I don’t want her to injure herself further by attempting to do so.”

“Great lousy sod, you are,” Mary muttered, and Sherlock gave her a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Yes, the door is unlocked. I’m in the bedroom with her.”

Mary let out a sigh as she heard the door downstairs open. Sherlock hung up his phone, slipping it back into a pocket as footsteps sounded on the stairs. A few seconds later John was kneeling on the bed beside her, pressing her back into the pillows as Sherlock dug through the bag that he’d brought with him to pull out a bottle of what she could only guess was morphine.

“Did you steal that from work?” she asked, trying not to wince too visibly as John moved her shoulder to examine it.

“Borrowed. I have every intention of giving it back, and paying for what I use. Hold still.”

“Ow! Be gentle!”

“Thought you said it didn’t hurt,” John mumbled, rotating her shoulder slightly to get a better look and ignoring her growl of pain.

“I lied.”

“Mm. Thought we had an agreement on that,” he mused.

The tone was light enough, but the set of his face told her that he wasn’t joking.

“Yes, I thought we did,” she replied cuttingly, sending a distinct look in Sherlock’s direction before focusing back on John.

Her husband’s jaw tightened, but he once again left off his line of questioning as she turned the blame equally back on him.

“Yes, it looks infected, I’m going to have to clean it out again.”

“Let me.” The words came out a lot sharper than Mary had hoped, but right now she couldn’t be arsed to care. She took a steadying breath to quell the panic that burned in her ribcage and said more gently, “It’s fine, John, let me clean it out. I know what I’m doing.”

John’s eyebrows were pinched together in a way that suggested he was either suspicious or very worried, and Mary couldn’t be sure which.

“No, really,” John started, taking her wrist. Mary tried not to flinch as thoughts flashed back to her of being pinned helplessly, the sight of sharp tools and glistening blood. “I think it’s better if I-“

“John.”

They both looked up as Sherlock spoke, arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door frame, gaze focused off somewhere in the other room.