"What?" To say that Watson was surprised by this was an understatement, and he looked at the hand on his shoulder. His brow furrowed; it wasn't hard for him to make the connection. What sort of confusion, what sort of fever dream was Holmes having? Fever could bring on all sorts of delusions, he knew this, and to see Holmes struggling against them was... painful. "No, I'm not hurt. I'm perfectly well, I promise you."

He put his hand over Holmes's and squeezed gently. "We are safe, you and I."