[To be fair Mycroft didn't actually want to spend another second here, he just didn't know--What was he supposed to do, he didn't know--his home, he got that, but wouldn't Sherlock be missed if he--

--damn it, Sherlock, why did you have to go and get yourself involved in this nonsense?

I failed you.]

Can you even attempt to stand?

[A lecturing tone. Well, there'd be time for that later. He hoped.

He would have to call a cab, though, he couldn't risk anyone he knew seeing Sherlock...like this. Nor did he trust them to keep a secret, after all, they all spied on people for money.]