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[i_favour_you]

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It wasn't until he found the beach that he realized they had made it to Cape May. Of all of New Jersey, this was possibly his least favorite place. It was so nice here. Cosy shops, happy people, and homes that cost far too much money.

Also, art supply stores. Sherlock purchases the needle, thread, alcohol, and some glue. Can't look too obvious, even with the blood under his fingernails and the tears in his tee-shirt. Not long after, he parks the stolen car in front of a chain hotel and goes in as calmly as possible to book them a room. His body is vibrating with panic. He can't remain this calm for much longer. Watson is bleeding. She's injured. He has to smile and wait in line and be bloody calm.

He pulls a coat out of the bag of clothes to put over Watson's shoulders once he gets back to the car.

"There's a vending machine and room service," he tells her. "We can get you orange juice and water for the blood loss."

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[formersurgeon]

She's been able to slow the bleeding significantly, but the shirt she's been holding to the wound is pretty much soaked, and she's feeling light headed and chilly. Neither are good signs.

The leather coat is warm, black so the blood doesn't show, and big enough to hide the fact that she's only wearing a tank top.

"Orange juice and water will be good, thanks." She climbs out of the car, leans against him. "What's the room number?"