The Elephant... er... Dragon in the Room

[capt-crieff.livejournal.com]

John, t-that is Sherlock. We're not sure how it happened, but he is now a... dragon.

As far as we know, he still has his human memories.

He's been asking for you and I'm sure he'll be very excited that you're awake now.

W-would you like me to wake him up?

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[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

*hops up quickly from the yelping chair, as though stuck with a pin*

Beg pardon, I'm sure.

*sits in the wooden chair*

Ah, that's better. Just right. Why do I feel like I'm depriving a baby bear somewhere of his rightful furniture?

*rubs face tiredly at your and Sybil's expectant gaze, then pinches bridge of nose and concentrates*

Okay. Right. Start sorting all the patients by injury: burns; contusions; fractures; exposure; malnutrition. Most serious first, of course. And let's get an inventory of our supplies so we know what we've got to work with.

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

Yes, sir.

*sidles off to find some of the wounded*

[sybil-t-psychic.livejournal.com]

This way, dear boy.

*leads you to where we left the prisoners waiting, and helps you sort them into groups and take stock of our supplies*

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

*takes a deep, tired breath...then smiles, watching you depart*

*quietly, to self*

I just gave the god of mischief his marching orders. I don't know whether to feel chuffed or terrified.

*prepares for the patients to start arriving*

[thepunygod.livejournal.com]

*returns supporting a young woman with a bloody cloth wrapped around her leg*

Patient number one, Doctor.

[jwatson71.livejournal.com]

*stops rubbing eyes abruptly as the patient enters, immediately adopting professional manner*

Hello there. First one in? Your lucky day today. I know just how you feel; I've got a dodgy leg myself.

Let's have a look at that.