Watson lay gingerly, his cleanly bandaged side throbbing, awash with fear. Lestrade showed no suspicion at Holmes’ explanation…yet. His view of the two was abruptly obliterated by Mycroft.
"I'm relieved you’re safe for you mean the world to my brother," he remarked, voice too calm even as he acknowledged Watson’s silent plea with a nod.
Still, Watson only relaxed when Holmes took up nursing duty with hands red with the blood of Moriarty and his gang.
Smiling weakly, Watson knew he must be careful now, for one day the British Government would cease to breathe and what then for Holmes?