It's good to see his brother relax slightly, under the circumstances. The humming fades after a few minutes, and he returns to his work, texting or e-mailing the necessary instructions and answers to the relevant parties. Of course, he'd much prefer to phone, but it's not practical right now.

It's another hour before they hear much, a nurse knocking quietly to bring the news that Anthea had already texted him. Of course, he can't explain how he knows, so he'll keep up the facade as he touches his brother's shoulder lightly. "Sherlock."