Joan heard them coming through the jungle (impossible for them to be quiet when Sherlock is dragging John like that) and saw them before Sherlock stopped to look up. She wasn't surprised that he found her spot. Even if she hadn't been focused entirely on running, she would have left a trail that he at least would be able to track.
She climbed down, letting herself drop the last five feet or so, and ran to them, taking in the wound, the blood, the makeshift tourniquet. The lack of supplies.
"Lay him down," she ordered. Then, "what happened?"
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She climbed down, letting herself drop the last five feet or so, and ran to them, taking in the wound, the blood, the makeshift tourniquet. The lack of supplies.
"Lay him down," she ordered. Then, "what happened?"