John made a soft noise at those words, that kiss. He had always known Sherlock had talented hands. He smiled softly as he lay there, starting to drift off. Funny how this all happened because of his job, and their unusual attraction to one another.

He was half asleep by the time that Sherlock got to his thigh. The scarring was wide. There had been a real danger that John could have died from these wounds. But he didn't. He survived. Survived to come back to Sherlock.