Prompting Part XXXV

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Things We Don't Say 10/?

[(Anonymous)]

Mary jolted awake in pain.

Looking around in a panic, it took her a few seconds before she was able to place the details of Sherlock’s room. Relaxing back into the pillows, she grabbed her left shoulder, applying a light pressure in an attempt to alleviate the pain.
She must have rolled over in her sleep and disturbed the muscles, because her shoulder was throbbing.

Stifling a moan, she extracted her phone from her pocket, listening for Sherlock and John. It was the weekend, and John didn’t have to work, so both of the boys would be here at the flat.
The phone was just as she’d last seen it, no new messages from Mycroft.

She slipped the cell back into her pocket and tugged the bandage loose, relieved to see that the swelling had gone down and the pus had not returned. With a groan, she sat up and kicked her feet over the side of the bed.
Soft noises from the other side of the door suggested that John and Sherlock were already awake, and she could smell pancakes.
Her stomach growled, reminding her that she’d gone for over twenty-four hours with nothing but a cup of tea. Her legs felt shaky as she stood, but thankfully held her weight. She glanced around the room as she waited for her body to balance itself. Someone – John, she assumed – had gone back to their flat and packed her a suitcase, which had been left open on the desk. She crossed the room to dig through it, picking a button-up blouse that she could put on without too much shoulder movement and a pair of jeans.

Slipping into the loo, she found that linens had been left out for her to clean up with. A subtle hint that she was not allowed to take an actual shower yet. That one must have been Sherlock, John tended to be a bit more blunt about things.
She’d finished washing and was just fighting with the buttons on her blouse when there was a soft rap on the door.

“Mary? You awake?”

She smiled, recognizing John’s voice and deciding to keep her snarky comment about sleepwalking to herself.

“Yes, it’s me. You can come in, I haven’t locked it.”

The door cracked open and John slipped in, closing it firmly behind him.

“How you feeling? Here, let me help you.”

Mary relinquished her blouse buttons to her husband’s dexterous fingers, giving a one-shouldered shrug.

“Pain’s not as bad. Infection seems to be clearing up.”

“That’s good. Mycroft’s going to be over in a bit, he’s got some business with Sherlock. We have breakfast ready.”

“As long as you didn’t let Sherlock cook - and you checked the labels of everything before you used it - great! I’m starving.”

John chuckled, sliding the last button through the matching slit in the fabric and running his hand lightly up and down her arm. He looked nervous, almost jumpy, and Mary hoped that he wasn’t planning on having that little talk today…
He looked up, meeting her eyes, and opened his mouth as if to speak, but was interrupted by a sharp rap on the door.

“John? Mary? Mrs. Hudson is asking after you and Mycroft is on his way over. Do try to hurry up.”

John shot a murderous look at the door and Mary couldn’t help but laugh.

“Be out in just a moment, Sherlock.” She placed a gentle kiss to John’s cheek and tugged a comb through her hair.

Somewhat presentable – close enough.
Sherlock was laid sideways across his chair in the living room when they entered, his legs folded over the armrest and his fingers pressed together beneath his chin.

“Food’s in the kitchen. Mrs. Hudson made pancakes, if you didn’t already figure that out from the scent,” he relayed without looking in their direction.

John sighed and something flashed across his expression; Mary would have called it “exasperated affection”.
John pulled a chair out for her at the scorch-covered table, and Mary mused to herself about how many of the char marks were a result of Sherlock’s boredom as her husband piled pancakes onto a plate and poured her a cup of tea.
She ate in relative silence, her eyes following her boys around the flat as Sherlock stared off into space and John alternately paced the room and sat in his chair, bouncing his right leg.