*slightly childish* Fine. *unbuttons his white shirt so Watson can see the gash* I haven’t taken a look at it yet. *moves to a couch and lays on his stomach*
*he looks at the gash and screws up his face, it looked pretty damn nasty he frowns looking over him before kneeling down and opening the case* How did you get this?
*pulls a pillow under his chin and tilts his head so he can see Watson* A young man with a knife was a bit wild with his arm, I suppose.
*he sighs and frowns angrily at the thought of one of those stupid teens hurting Holmes, he yanks out some sterile wipes as he leans over him cleaning the blood from the gash* You need to be more careful…those little rats do this sorta thing for fun…
*Holmes tenses up when his back starts to sting slightly* I don’t quite know what he was trying to achieve by gashing— *his sentence stops short and he cuts himself off when it stings more. He grabs the pillow and presses it to his face*
If you think that stings, wait until I get the bloody tea tree out *he chuckles as he finishes up cleaning the blood and inspects the wound, it’s not deep enough to need stitches, but it could tare…he rummages in his bag until he pulls out a small bottle, but takes Holmes hand* Here.
Be gentle, doctor, or I’ll assume you’re angry with me. *he smiles a little* Yes?