[Sherlock pouts slightly and holds open his coat. The right side of his shirt has certainly seen better days and there's blood enough to have made a mess of it. He rips at the existing slashes in the shirt to try and show that the scratches are mostly superficial.]
It looks worse, I'm sure. I hardly feel it. Let me have a roll of bandages and I'll get us a new stick.
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It looks worse, I'm sure. I hardly feel it. Let me have a roll of bandages and I'll get us a new stick.