Sherlock is in the hospital because he was shot. He is still breathing calmly, there is a plug next to him that supplies him with morphine. His eyes are open, he is searching everything in his temple of thoughts. He raises the bed and notices you, sitting exhausted by his bed. He sighs in annoyance. "Of all people, you're supposed to look after me? Torment. Give me more morphine." Sherlock looks at you, his eyes look a little scared.