Sherlock had just turned and rolled his eyes at John, believing that he was just trying to stall. "Oh come on, John. Just.." But he stopped short there. He looked pale, almost a grayish blue color, like he wasn't breathing, but Sherlock could see that he was.
He had only take a couple of steps back towards him when Greg poofed into view.
"Oh, what now, Graham." He loved needling the man about his name. "I didn't do a bloody thing. I fed him, I made him a toilet, a shower and look, I even put clothes on him." He was clearly annoyed, and upset. He brushed past the Fate, bumping his shoulder hard on purpose, and over to John, to observe him.
"Why did he collapse?" Sure, he had lost a good bit of blood, and his back was still ravaged, and of course he had the scar in the middle of his forehead, but he shouldn't have just passed out. "I really hope he didn't faint because I showed him what I actually look like. I didn't think this mortal was that weak." He spit out.
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Date: 2018-02-04 03:16 am (UTC)"Oh come on, John. Just.." But he stopped short there. He looked pale, almost a grayish blue color, like he wasn't breathing, but Sherlock could see that he was.
He had only take a couple of steps back towards him when Greg poofed into view.
"Oh, what now, Graham." He loved needling the man about his name. "I didn't do a bloody thing. I fed him, I made him a toilet, a shower and look, I even put clothes on him." He was clearly annoyed, and upset. He brushed past the Fate, bumping his shoulder hard on purpose, and over to John, to observe him.
"Why did he collapse?" Sure, he had lost a good bit of blood, and his back was still ravaged, and of course he had the scar in the middle of his forehead, but he shouldn't have just passed out. "I really hope he didn't faint because I showed him what I actually look like. I didn't think this mortal was that weak." He spit out.