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‘  Y/N: I can’t believe you are even defending yourself!

   Sherlock: I think it is perfectly normal and socially acceptable for me to defend myself Y/N, I don’t-

   Y/N: WON’T YOU EVER SHUT UP!

   You rubbed your temples and eyed at your coat resting on the arm of the couch.

   Sherlock: Y/N just-

   You grabbed it and without a second thought you ran to the staircase. On your way down you bumped into Mrs. Hudson and you murmured a sorry. You opened the apartment door and stepped into the cold winter air of London.

  Mrs. Hudson: She is right Sherlock.

‘    Y/N: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

     Sherlock: It’s nothing. The important thing is case is closed.

     Y/N: Where is John? He needs to come and patch you up!

     Sherlock: He’s with Marry, on a ‘date’.

     Y/N: Well then sit down.

     Sherlock: What? Why?

     Y/N: Your wounds will get infected. I remind you our apartment is not one of the cleanest places.

     Sherlock sat on a chair with a huff and pouted, his eyes trailing behind you as you walked into the kitchen to grab the first aid kit. You cleaned his wounds and wrapped them up with gauze. Halfway thru the process he was moaning and mumbling about how this was unnecessary. When you stand up he pulled you by your wrist and kissed you.

‘ Sherlock: Hey Y/N. Are you...

  His words drifted off as he saw your curled up figure on his armchair. He           smiled at himself as he heard you mumble something in your sleep. he             grabbed the blanket that was laying on the floor and after shaking it to get rid   of the dust he places it over you.