"That this will be the worst or that you deserve it?" Watson sighed. "Yes to the former, no to the latter. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

If it were any other patient, he would not be sitting here considering the worst case scenarios that might result, but this wasn't any other patient. He stilled Holmes's leg with a firm hand, dabbing at the wound with antiseptic. He paused, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to sort himself out, calm himself down. Holmes was, he told himself, going to be fine. He would not consider any other outcome.

Finishing, he reached for his bag and began to redress the wound.