"I suppose... but I'm dying of boredom." Sherlock complained. He was still managing to be himself. He was sore and weak though. He was trying to fight to stay awake. He knew that he was badly injured.
"No hospital." He whispered. He didn't like hospitals.
Going to hospital was something he wanted to avoid, even with his bad injures. 

He twicthed hearing reiforcements were coming. He didn't want people knowing he couldn't save himself. He hoped that nobody would make fun of him. He felt rather achy from been beaten up like he had been.
Moriarty laughed "Ohhh I don't fear you and your men " He though was long gone before anybody got there. He seemed to just want to avoid been captired even if he wasnt scared.

Sherlock was shivering. He was struggling to keep himself awake. "Lestrade," His eyes closed and he looked rather tired. He had not even slept last night. The detective had been busy as normal.
His wounds were bleeding. Even with John away , he was still determined to stay away from the hospital.
It was very likely he wasn't going to stay awake.
"WHere am I?" he wasn't quite sure. He hadn't really seen where he was taken.