At some point in the melee, Sherlock's hat has gotten lost and in all honest he doesn't mourn it in the slightest. He half pushed half dragged Howard away until they toppled into the ground together and Sherlock's head snapped backwards, half expecting to see Karis right there behind him.

Satisfied that she was not, however, he immediately pulled his attention back to Howard. It was as he had first thought - a head wound, probably a concusion, copious amounts of blood. Sherlock tsked lowly under his breath as he pressed his palm to the gash on Howard's forehead. He would need a bandage. And a doctor. He glanced around, but it was obvious that they'd run in the wrong direction, and far enough that the cornucopia was now out of sight. Damn.

"We have to get you to John." He said in a low voice, in case anyone else had run in this direction. "Bandages first." He reached out and grabbed the bag without asking, and rummaged through it. No bandages. Everything else in the bloody world, but no bandages. Fine!