[There may be some comfort for her to hear no doors open and only one door close upstairs about a minute after Sherlock's left. He's left his slippers in the guest bathroom and he takes the time to look for any trail leading into his flat. Nothing that any normal person would pick up, but someone like himself or Mycroft would notice the evidence of a pause in the trail around the first storey landing.
Nothing he can do about it that won't make it stand out more. He'll just hope that her pursuers don't look inside the building and if they do, that they aren't as observant.
He'll come back in another minute and a half later with a medium-sized black box in one hand and a smallish brown, leather one in the other.]
Can you take off your shirt or do I need to cut it off?
[He sets the boxes down on top of the toilet lid and rolls up his sleeves to wash his hands. He's not a doctor, but he's also not an idiot. Infections are tedious.]
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Nothing he can do about it that won't make it stand out more. He'll just hope that her pursuers don't look inside the building and if they do, that they aren't as observant.
He'll come back in another minute and a half later with a medium-sized black box in one hand and a smallish brown, leather one in the other.]
Can you take off your shirt or do I need to cut it off?
[He sets the boxes down on top of the toilet lid and rolls up his sleeves to wash his hands. He's not a doctor, but he's also not an idiot. Infections are tedious.]