[ If there's one thing that will make any unpleasant situation marginally better, it is explaining what is being done. Sherlock tries to focus on Alfyn's words and voice. Alfyn is only doing what he must to help. And Sherlock needs the help.
However, there is that moment when Alfyn leaves, his hand slipping from Sherlock's, that worry fills the part of his face that can still move. After being isolated from a friendly soul for so long, he doesn't want to be alone again so soon. Then he chides himself for being so immature; he knows that a healer such as Alfyn is in high demand on this ship. He's not his only patient.
The reason for Alfyn leaving is soon explained as wet clothes are removed, and Sherlock is wrapped up in the blankets. He might have blushed a little when Alfyn cuts away the chemise because he doesn't have the layers to spare now. Needs must, and regardless, the chill no longer grows stronger with the blankets around him. Sherlock would be willing to call himself comfortable compared to what he endured before his rescue. ]
You have my gratitude....
[ Despite his condition, Sherlock tries to observe Alfyn. The facts come slowly. Pale, winded, drained... could all that be worry over him? ]
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However, there is that moment when Alfyn leaves, his hand slipping from Sherlock's, that worry fills the part of his face that can still move. After being isolated from a friendly soul for so long, he doesn't want to be alone again so soon. Then he chides himself for being so immature; he knows that a healer such as Alfyn is in high demand on this ship. He's not his only patient.
The reason for Alfyn leaving is soon explained as wet clothes are removed, and Sherlock is wrapped up in the blankets. He might have blushed a little when Alfyn cuts away the chemise because he doesn't have the layers to spare now. Needs must, and regardless, the chill no longer grows stronger with the blankets around him. Sherlock would be willing to call himself comfortable compared to what he endured before his rescue. ]
You have my gratitude....
[ Despite his condition, Sherlock tries to observe Alfyn. The facts come slowly. Pale, winded, drained... could all that be worry over him? ]
Are you hurt?