Cracked ribs, fractured jaw, broken nose, several bruises, possible internal bleeding. Fantastic.
Watson had known Holmes for years, and yet it never seized amaze him how this man deliberately sought out violent encounters. He sighed, and grabbed a cloth and some disinfectant from the side table. Dampening the cloth with the disinfectant, he moved to cleanse his friend's wounds.
Holmes hissed when he brushed the cloth over a rather large gash in his abdomen. Watson glanced at him, and moved to examine the cut that was quite clearly…
"A knife wound? Holmes, you told me it was a fist fight!"
"Fists, knives, cannons! What difference doe
