In a heartbeat Sherlock was on his feet, his heart beating a drum in his chest.

"Shit." He said, looking around for his phone.

"We have to get your mother here, to look after William. We need to get to the healer. How bad was the pain, was it the first one? If not how far apart are the pains?" Sherlock rambled while simultaneously trying to get dressed and trying to find where he put his phone, which caused him to fall over in an ungraceful heap on the floor, his trousers around his ankles.