The day drug on endlessly. Lestrade had gotten his statement, then another case had come in while they he was still there. Normally he wouldn't have gone out on the case with them, it sounded like a 4, but when Lestrade had insisted, he reluctantly went along.

Which was a mistake.

It had rained a bit the night before, and the roads were slick. While Sherlock was chasing after a suspect, he stepped in a puddle that was deeper than it looked. The small pothole had filled with water, making it look like a small puddle. Since it was nighttime, it was even harder to see.

Sherlock fell, twisting his ankle and falling on his wrists, he knew at least his right one was sprained right away, maybe the left as well.

Thankfully, Lestrade and his team were right after the man He was eventually caught, and an ambulance was called for Sherlock.

Unfortunately, he had had his phone out while running to tell Lestrade where he was, so it had fallen in the water, and the screen was broken- not that he could use it anyway with his hands messed up as they were.

He was sent off to the hospital to get his wounds looked at.