For Claudia, on her birthday.
“Uncle Mycroft, is Daddy going to be all right?”
Two large, scared, blue eyes searched Mycroft’s. They were looking for reassurance (and no doubt checking for any hint of insincerity).
At the opposite end of the room, Sherlock continued to pace frantically, unable to focus on anything other than his own anxiety and frustration.
“He will be fine, Hamish. Your ‘Daddy’ is a healthy man for his age, and the bullet did not injure any of his vital organs. He did sustain a serious blow to the head when he fell, however, and that is why the doctors are concerned right now.”