#bruisedconscience thread 3

[amanandgoodatit]

“ did you see who did it?” from my John Watson James Wilson

@bruisedconscience || Interrogation Starters

Greg shakes his head, and then winces and stills, shoulders hunching as if that'll dull the pain throbbing through his skull. He takes a couple of moments to breath deeply, swallowing down the bile thats creeping up his throat.

"No. The bastards jumped me from behind."

[amanandgoodatit]

"I-" Greg considered it for a moment, and then just about reminded himself not to shake his head, "No, it's fine. I've got better things to do than sit in A&E for hours just for someone to say the same as you. Waste of their time too." The NHS was overworked as it was, no point in adding another to their care list when he was probably fine. He trusted James, after all.

"A fit note I will take, though. Gladly." A couple days rest would do him good, and staying at home significantly lowered the possibility of Sherlock somehow getting him into a mishap. He had a habit of charging head first into danger, and Greg always followed without a thought. Sentiment, and all that.

"Somehow I managed to avoid losing all my shit; Sherlock nicked my wallet last week so I only had a couple notes on me, and my phone isn't exactly high-tech, so I guess it wasn't worth their time." He'd still submit a report at the Yard, see if they could catch the buggers who jumped him, but it wasn't high on his priorities list.

"The paperwork can wait, I'll get started on it when I get back to work."

James smirks down at Greg. “Yes, how silly of you to not remember your medical training while dealing with the aftermath of this. Inexcusable.” His smirk widens.

James gathers his gauze and other materials, and returns to wrap Greg’s head securely. “I can write you a note if you want a few days’ leave. For your health, y’know?” He didn’t flaunt the ability he had to get people out of their day jobs for a time…but he did offer it whenever someone seemed to need it. It was the least he could do.

“Do you have a PCP? Should we give them a call? I can take you to an A&E. I think Britain’s whole deal is it’s much cheaper than the ER stateside, right?”

James presses the self-adhering bandage down, eyes scanning Greg’s expression, still, for abnormal muscle movements or other signs that something was wrong.

“Did they take anything, did you start the…paperwork on your end?”

[amanandgoodatit]

"S'fine, had enough head injuries, should've known better," Comes his mumbled response, annoyance at the situation and his own stupidity evident in his tone.

"That's good at least. Though a concussion would at least get me a few days off work." He wasn't on a case at the moment, just catching up on paperwork, which was a headache in and of itself.

"Cheers mate." He doesn't nod or suddenly move his head when he replies this time, instead just slowly lifting his chin to look at James a bit better, a lightly grateful smile tugging at his lips despite the pain. Does one well to have a doctor as a friend.

@amanandgoodatit continued from here

James frowns at the tense body language, the pain evident in Greg’s movements and posture.

“Sorry, I should’ve reminded you not to move your head.” He pulls his pen light from his breast pocket and purses his lips into a concerned line, shining the light over Greg’s pupils.

“In my opinion—and it’s a pretty good one—you at least escaped without a concussion…” He goes back to his medical bag. “I’ll make a wrap to stop the bleeding, keep the wound clean… And we should bring you in for a CT scan, check if there’s something going on that I can’t see. I doubt there is,” he hurried, “But…better be safe, with head injuries.”