[b][u]Sherlock Holmes[/b][/u]
Sherlock hadn't managed to fall asleep again, even though he had drugs coursing through his veins that should have made him a bit sleepy. He looked up as John walked in, but looked away again. "I'm fine." He muttered. God forbid he tell him about his nightmares like some idiotic child. "I just want to get out of here. I'll refuse to eat until I'm at 221b, and we can eat Chinese takeout again." He mumbled, as close to a deceleration of homesickness anyone would get. "Those idiots decide to kidnap me and torture [i]me[/i]. Morons. Imbeciles. They better be imprisoned or I'm going to find a way to break out of this stupid hospital, and I'll capture them myself. Scotland Yard has gotten more dense these couple years I've been helping them John, i swear."