Molly, you've been one of the most useful people throughout this entire thing. Sherlock would be dead without you, and I'd be... well. Probably running around London without shoes.

[He's refocusing on her, which makes things easier. So very much easier.]

Sherlock needs us to meet him. [His eyes flick to the time on his phone. It's the middle of the night. More like wee hours of the morning.] I can leave a number for them, have them phone me with the results.

[John's considering that. No. Maybe... he was going to go off on his own. Except that doesn't seem nearly as sensible as it had when he'd been panicking at Lestrade. John rubs his eyes.]

I'm gonna call the nurse, see if they have my results, yet. Want to hide... somewhere?

[He's not sure if he's allowed 4 AM visitors, really. Once Molly's hidden herself away somewhere, John punches the call button. When the nurse arrives, John does his best 'doctor needing an answer' firm tone.]

I'd like to know if the results of my skin biopsy are available. I have an appointment I need to be discharged for within the next hour.

[Not really, but...]