It was a long two days. Sherlock got little sleep and less food. He slept in a chair in the hospital room the entire time, despite both the nurses and Mycroft (through texts) told him that he needed to go home. He did no such thing.

It was quite a relief when they exited the taxi and stepped back into 221B Baker Street. Of course Mrs. Hudson had to fawn over him for a while, but Sherlock eventually shooed her away. He made tea for them both and settled John into his chair, handing him the tea.

"You are welcome, John." He said, unsure of what he should add to that. Of course he was glad that John was okay, with only a small scar to show for his troubles. And a week off and a hell of a story to tell.