Sherlock hesitated. 'Help'? He didn't need [i]help[/i]. But he figured he wasn't going to get up those stairs himself. He sighed, and finally gave a small nod. "Fine. He mumbled, and shifted, wincing a bit as he moved his legs, moving them down to the ground and setting his feet on the ground. He reached up, gripping John's good shoulder and hoisted himself up with a huff of pain. "Why the [i]hell[/i] would they think it's a good idea to break someones legs for [i]torture[/i]? Whipping and such was enough, but this torture is carrying on through my daily life away from that." He muttered, looking irritated and frustrated at not being able to stand on his own and actually needing [i]assistance[/i].