This is the second time Sherlock's heard someone tell them they don't 'count' in this hospital. Molly Hooper had been mistaken. John Watson is just entirely wrong.
"John," Sherlock starts, then stops speaking. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks for words that would come easy to him if he were explaining the difference between diethyl ether and chloroform in the role of a non-polar solvent. Or if he were deducing where a victim had been hours before their death by the layers of soil on the bottoms of their shoes.
He can't move his left arm very well. It hurts and even wiggling his fingers pulls at the biceps and triceps brachii, which just irritates the area surrounding his break. He does it anyway, though. Reaching out to touch John's arm lightly because he doesn't know what he wants to say or how to say it.
"You count, John," he starts again, then frowns. "I guess... what I'm trying to say is that you're part of my work."
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"John," Sherlock starts, then stops speaking. His eyebrows furrow together as he looks for words that would come easy to him if he were explaining the difference between diethyl ether and chloroform in the role of a non-polar solvent. Or if he were deducing where a victim had been hours before their death by the layers of soil on the bottoms of their shoes.
He can't move his left arm very well. It hurts and even wiggling his fingers pulls at the biceps and triceps brachii, which just irritates the area surrounding his break. He does it anyway, though. Reaching out to touch John's arm lightly because he doesn't know what he wants to say or how to say it.
"You count, John," he starts again, then frowns. "I guess... what I'm trying to say is that you're part of my work."