Returning with a Wound (OPEN)

[Sherlock Holmes]

Things had been interesting today, with the homeless network reporting to Sherlock about a woman openly carrying a gun, the investigation and then getting shot in the arm before the police came. Admittedly, he should have been more careful, knowing that she was armed, but he had needed to get a result, otherwise the police would probably not be very happy. Then there might be more rumors about him not being a sociopath but a psychopath. Leaving people out to commit crimes was something that they would consider bad. They would say it was because he enjoyed the crime. Not that he was avoiding getting wounded.

Either way, Sherlock was not going to turn up to hospital after making sure that the police did not notice the wound. Besides, it wasn't that serious. He had dodged the shot so it had hit and it didn't appear to have broken the bone. He had not yet had the chance to examine the wound, and the detective hoped that it was just a scratch on the side of the arm and that the bullet was not actually still embedded in his flesh, although that was likely as he had not felt it drop down.

The Sherlock's clothes were dirty from his disguise as a trap, and the right arm of his coat was becoming heavy in blood. It did seem problematic. But Sherlock had texted John telling him to meet Sherlock back at their flat as soon as possible. Of course, the detective hadn't specified why. That could possible cause unnecessary worry, and possible an insistence that he got to hospital to have it looked at. But then Mycroft would find out. Then again, he probably had the whole of Baker Street under surveillance. Arriving at the door, he began to open it.

[Molly Hooper]

Molly had just gone to see if Kaz was in but she wasn't so Molly was about to leave when she saw Sherlock. And her eyes grew as she noticed all the blood on his arm. "What the hell happened to you?!" Molly said to him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

As Sherlock was about to enter, his eyes fell upon Molly. Sherlock shifted his arm slightly, attempting to hide the wounded arm and he winced slightly at the movement, but managed to get his face back under control. It wouldn't be too good if he struggled to maintain control over his features in a case. As Molly came closer, Sherlock noticed her eyes widened, she had spotted the wound. Hopefully this would not end with a trip to Barts to get it looked at. It was seriously nothing important and he had already contacted John. "What the hell happened to you?!" "A criminal called Seraphina Blake tried to kill me. I moved and just got shot in the arm. John should be able to fix it. And Seraphina is currently in police custardy." Sherlock explained, briefly.

[Molly Hooper]

"I've heard of her." Molly grimaced. "Are you sure you're okay though?" Molly worried. "It looks pretty deep."

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was perfectly calm, even though he had just been shot. "I've heard of her." Sherlock saw Molly's grimmace and his cold expression did not change. Yes, it had not been the best of occasions, but hopefully the police would be able to keep her in prison this time and not let her slip. "Are you sure you're okay though?" "I haven't had the chance to examine the wound. But it doesn't appear to have shattered or broken bone, although it is probably still inside my arm." Sherlock replied calmly, as if things like this happened every day. "It looks pretty deep." Sherlock shrugged and winced again.

[Molly Hooper]

"Do you know if John is already at the flat? If not I could wait with you if you like." Molly said tentatively.She could not help but be worried though she knew Sherlock would be fine. John would fix him.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Do you know if John is already at the flat? If not I could wait with you if you like." Sherlock looked at Molly and decided that she was worried. For a second, he considered that Mycroft might use Molly for information, but she did appear to care for him. If Mycroft tried, it would probably end up the same as when Mycroft had asked John. "No, he hasn't replied. Its quite likely that he is out." Sherlock replied. "And you are welcome to come in." Sherlock commented, a second opinion might help with working on the wound if John couldn't make it.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

Karen came back from dinner out when she saw Molly and Sherlock and too much blood to be healthy.

"Oh my God, Sherlock are you okay?" Karen asks with wide eyes.

[Sherlock Holmes]

The sound of a voice behind him caught Sherlock's attention and the consulting detective turned, his ice cold eyes becoming colder as they landed on Karen. He had not managed to get on well with her when they had last met. "Oh my God, Sherlock are you okay?" Her words were said with concern and Sherlock also noted that her body language seemed to indicate that. Interesting. When someone was hurt, she did not continue with personal conflicts with them. "Yes, I am fine. Hopefully just a graze, but I doubt it." Sherlock commented.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Yes, I am fine. Hopefully just a graze, but I doubt it."

"Awful lot of blood for a graze..." Kaz mumbled, biting her lip in concern. She wanted to help but she figured she'd only annoy him. Mycroft would want to know about this, but she'd text him when Sherlock didn't have his cold blue eyes glued on her.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Awful lot of blood for a graze..." Sherlock looked at her, then back at Molly. He probably did need to clean the wound. "Its possible that there's still a bullet in it." He said, as if it were a common occurance. "So you have any medical equipment like bandages?" He asked. Sherlock had enough anesthetic and antiseptic, there were interesting to grow and use, so he had a large supply and range in their strength. John would know where they had bandadges, but Sherlock had no idea if they kept them in the flat or in place less likely to get infected by some stray microorganisms.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"So you have any medical equipment like bandages?"

Karen nodded, still a bit taken aback by the fact that he was bloody well SHOT. "I have a first aid kit, I think there are bandages in it. I'll be right back." Karen dashed off to her apartment and scoured the still unopened boxes for the first aid kit. She paused, quickly fishing her phone out of her handbag.

Text to Mycroft:

Sherlock's been shot. Thought you ought to know. He's fine, it's just his arm but he's not gone to a hospital; he's at the flat.

Ginger

She put her phone back in her handbag and tossed it on her sofa before looking for the first aid kit again. A minute later she found it and headed back to Sherlock and Molly.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock was not completely sure how friendly Karen would be, considering the fact that he had tried to choke her with a sulphur experiment, simply because she suggested that he would have to cope with company. "I have a first aid kit, I think there are bandages in it. I'll be right back." That did sound useful. He'd probably need some while he waited for John to make sure that the bullet was out and that everything was okay. He didn't want to risk getting an infection, that would be bad, as he had a lot of work to do.

Sherlock waited for the bandages, checking his phone with his good arm, to see if he had any message from John. There was none. As they waited for Karen, Sherlock wondered why it was taking so long. Maybe it had been a while since Karen had any use of bandages. "Thank you," Sherlock said, opening the door to the flat and walking in. "Neither of you need to come to make sure that everything is okay." Sherlock replied, turning around and holding his good hand out for the bandages. He doubted Karen would want to spend any long time with him.

[Karen 'Kaz' McKay]

"Sorry for taking so long, guys. Had to fish this-" she exhibited the first aid kit "- out of a very deep box."

"Thank you. Neither of you need to come to make sure that everything is okay."

Karen walked into his flat, pointedly ignoring his outstretched hand. "You're not dying on my watch, mister. Besides, it's impossible to wrap your arm up properly with one hand." She doubted he would actually die, but he might lose a lot of blood and pass out.

She looked around the flat quickly, noticing how everything was messy yet in the right place. For Sherlock, in any case. She doubted John appreciated a microscope on his dining table.

[Sherlock Holmes]

"Sorry for taking so long, guys. Had to fish this-" As she held up the box, Sherlock's icy gaze continued to remain on Karen, making sure that she was telling the truth. It was plausable, and his eyes scanned her features. He didn't think she was telling the complete truth. "- out of a very deep box." Yes, as he had expected, plausable, but not the truth. However, Sherlock did not bring that up right now. He would figure out the reason behind it later. As he waited to be handed the bandages, Sherlock gave a sigh as she went straight up into the flat and glared at her.

But he nodded for Molly to go up the stairs as well, and Sherlock headed up, heading straight for the sofa, taking his coat off and placing it on a chair. Turning to look at the wound, his blue eyes lit upon the hole in his purple shirt. Carefully, he peeled the fabric away from the wound and examined it carefully. It did appear that the bullet was still in there. Something he would leave for John. "You're not dying on my watch, mister. Besides, it's impossible to wrap your arm up properly with one hand."

Sherlock gave a small roll of his eyes, then disappeared into the kitchen, choosing one of the antiseptic items that he had. Rubbing it into his wound, Sherlock winced at the contact, but nothing else showed on his features. It did hurt, but it was only a wound on transport. Not as important as the brain. Moving back to the sofa, he settled down on all of it, thinking about the wound. He probably needed a tourniquet to stop the bleeding. "Can I have one of the bandages?" Sherlock asked, planning on tying his own tourniquet, however hard it may be.