Our muses are destined to meet in an Emergency waiting room
((im going to do this with Litha as a human, it makes more sense that way))
Being an ER nurse was not an easy job. And adding the fact that Litha worked the night shift meant that Litha had one hell of a life.
Friday night and everyone was working double shifts. Three gunshot wounds and a stabbing. Litha, always the lucky one, happened to get assigned to the stabbing. As she lightly bounced her way over to the curtained area she was assigned, she heard the other nurses complaining about what a rowdy patient Mr. Stab-wound was. Litha straightened her shoulders, she'd with rowdy patients before. They were difficult but not impossible.
She'd expected a grouchy old man or perhaps some drunk Chav. But she was met with a man who was all limbs and curls trying to be calmed by another man who reminded her of a warm sweater. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and cleared her throat softly. "Um..hi. I'm ah..here to look at your wound?" Both men shifted their gazes to her. "Look, here's the nurse now SHerlock just let her-" "No! I don't need medical assistance! It's a scratch! There's a murde-" "YOU NEED A DOCTOR NOW SI-" "I shan't!"
Litha took a deep breath and over the shouting of both men managed to shout, "IF YOU WON'T COMPLY AND LET ME DRESS YOUR WOUND I SHALL GET SOME SEDATIVES IN HERE!" The tall curly man squinted his eyes at her. "You wouldn't, that's against hospita-" "I have three more patients and I would." Her cheeks puffed out in defiance, daring him to test her will.
And that's how Sherlock Holmes got his wound dressed and a pretty young nurses number slipped into his pocket. (A number which he called and she answered, to the delight of both parties)
