bakerstreet | its the freakin' weekend


you know the drill.

You're the last person I would contact unless it was an emergency. I'm pretty sure this qualifies.

Understatement. Is Joanna okay?

No. She was thrown from her horse and she hasn't woken up yet. I don't want these doctors touching her without Leonard there.

Fuck. Alright. Dammit. He's in surgery. They were supposed to be done an hour ago. I can come down there?

Yes. Just get him here, please.

It might be a while. The ensign he's working on got hit pretty hard. I'm on my way though. How'd she fall?

I'll take what I can get. And she didn't fall. The damn thing spooked and threw her.

Did you already talk with the stable owners? I've sent him a message, high alert.

Not beyond getting the basic information. I'll deal with them once Jo is taken care of.