sandy eyebrows rose as the corners of lips tweaked up in slight amusement.
he’ll reprimand holmes for that later. when he wasn’t in not-so-obvious pain.
watson let out the ‘tsk’ again, this time gently holding holmes’s hand as to not make it cause him more pain as he looked for an object to possibly use as a splint.
once he found the object, he held it up as he spoke; as if to let holmes put his approval on it.
“can i trust you to not move your fingers for at least a week?”
“if you do, it will get worse. i don’t want to hear any complaining or see you even wince once.”
❝ you can. whether or not you will end up regretting it is entirely up to you.❞
holmes spat back, eyeing the object with as much suspicion he would cast towards a liar.
watson was growing craftier by the day. holmes wouldn’t put it past the ’good’ doctor to pull something just to teach holmes a damn good lesson.
—- though, he probably deserved it.
still! pain was nothing someth- ng holmes was fond of. he was used to uncomfortable situati- on, but painful ones?
he would rather avoid those. unless there was a case, of course.
