"I suppose it's entirely beyond salvation," Watson sighed, shifting to help Holmes undress him. He wished it were under better circumstances. Now that he was sewn, and bandaged, it was easier to let himself let go a little, to let himself hurt. "I suppose I won't be fit to accompany you to the opera for some time."

Watson rolled up his shirt sleeve for Holmes; the adrenaline that had kept him going was beginning to fade. At least he knew Holmes could handle a needle, even if not for good reasons.