Sherlock was looking at him. He nodded a bit. "Yeah." His voice sounded dull. It was almost like Moriarty had broken him. But with Sherlock that was too hard to break him completly. But the man certainly wasn't himself now.
"Tea would be good." he replied.
It seemed he was only speaking when Lestrade said something to him. At least at this moment. He was breathing deeply. He wanted to be laying down as he felt the pain in his ribs. He sighed in relief once he was lain down on the couch.
Sherlock merely nodded and looked at him in reponse to the blanket been lain over him.
The detective hated being fragile. Oh toughen up Sherlock he thought.
He expected to be back to normal, way quicker than was possible, He closed his eyes for a moment. His mind and body was weak right now.
Hearing Lestrade's request to call John , Sherlock's eyes widdened . "No!!" He growled "John must not know,"
He knew John would only race home and want to knowwhat happened and then probably get hurt going after Moriarty. Though deep down he knew John should know what happened as he could have died.