Mycroft found himself ensnared in a situation he had not anticipated. Despite his initial reluctance, the exigency of the circumstances compelled his presence, as was customary for all cases in his perspective. While Mycroft had been cognizant of his brother's state, he had not accorded it the same level of concern as Mrs. Hudson, who expressed worry over your prolonged absence and John, who was preoccupied with his clinic duties.

You found yourself embroiled in a case that took a turn for the worst, resulting in your inadvertent exposure to drugs. John, vigilant of your prolonged absence, discovered you in distress and reprimanded you sternly. With an air of nonchalance, you recounted the events dismissively to Mycroft, who sat in John's chair with his customary stoicism, his hand idly resting on his cane.

As Mr. Hudson had yet to lay eyes on you and John hesitated to meet your gaze, the unspoken concern for your well-being lingered palpably in the air. Noting your slight red eyes.

Mycroft, despite his façade of detachment, let out a weary sigh, muttering, "Right," while rubbing his temples. "Nevertheless, I've come here under urgent matters," he declared, setting aside personal emotions in favor of addressing the pressing issues at hand.