"Mmm." Watson considered this question, far more seriously than was strictly necessary. He leaned towards Holmes, rather passive about having his collar removed, but enjoying the experience. "Fogged," he said at last, "but that's not entirely a bad thing."

He leaned forward, ghosting a brief kiss against Holmes's lips before dropping his head down on his shoulder. He ached, but it was removed, through a haze of morphine. Possibly he would care more about tracking down this gunman tomorrow, but for now, it was a distant concern.

"I'm sorry we were unable to go after him tonight," he said. "At least we have the bullet. It might be helpful."