Okay doke, the newest Night Hymn story is up. Feels like there’s maybe one more story in this series, I guess we’ll see.
Our Stitches Mend Each Other
Teaser below the cut
“Be still!” John growled, holding Sherlock’s arm tightly in one hand and the suture in the other.
“It hurts,” hissed Sherlock
“Yes, that tends to go with getting shot. I told you to go to hospital.” John grit his teeth and adjusted the needle in his hand.
“Merely a graze, and I have a perfectly capable doctor, ergh, right here.“
Huffing angrily as Sherlock moved again, John shifted and straddled his lap, pinning him with his body weight as he leaned over Sherlock’s arm again.
They were on the couch, Sherlock with his shirt off, John still in his street clothes, even his blood stained jacket. His gun lay on the coffee table behind them, next to the open medical bag. The rest of the flat was dark, save the light illuminating the area where John worked deftly.
Finishing the last few stitches and tying them off, John took his weight off Sherlock. "You can open your eyes now.”
Still in Sherlock’s lap, John turned and dropped the needle into his bag, wiping his hands before grabbing a bandage. When he turned back, Sherlock was watching him. Licking his lips, John looked to the arm. He finished the job meticulously. “I should get washed up,“ he muttered, starting to stand.
Sherlock hooked an arm around John’s waist, pulling him down again. "Stay.”
