[His pulse is thready and a little irregular, but gaining strength with each passing minute. The danger of death has probably passed thanks to John's swift work.]
You called an ambu-- No, I asked Mycroft. Damn. I'll never live that down.
[He huffs, though he makes no attempt to move from his position next to John yet.]
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You called an ambu-- No, I asked Mycroft. Damn. I'll never live that down.
[He huffs, though he makes no attempt to move from his position next to John yet.]
If it isn't here now, it's not coming.