Sherlock&Joan

Sherlock woke to find himself all stitched up, but his brother was no where to be seen.
'Excuse me, nurse? Where's Mycroft Holmes?'
'Are wewe a relation?'
'He's my older brother.'
'He's in surgery at the moment.'
'What for?'
'He has third degree burns much like yourself but since he has cancer their worried the explosion could have caused something to enter his immune system which is pretty weak from the kimo.'
'Can wewe keep updated?'
'Of course.'
'Thank you.' As the nurse left, Joan came in. 'Joan?'
'Sherlock!.' She hugged but he winced. 'Sorry. I thought i'd Lost wewe again.'
'You'll never get rid of...

That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things zaidi awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat inayofuata to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with wewe sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned mbele and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...