[Mary recognized the coat easily, almost as well as she recognized the man in it--and a protectiveness that was typically reserved only for Rosie gripped her, enough that it took her breath away. A moment later and she dashed to his side, crouching in the snow beside him.
Her hands quickly find his, trying to ease Sherlock to a position where his head was upright and forward. If she's surreptitiously searching for injuries, her hands feeling for rips in clothing and the unevenness of bandages, it's just subtle enough. She worried about him, however loathe she was to admit it.]
Running blindly has never suited you, Sherlock. Let me help you.
Andromeda to the rescue!
Her hands quickly find his, trying to ease Sherlock to a position where his head was upright and forward. If she's surreptitiously searching for injuries, her hands feeling for rips in clothing and the unevenness of bandages, it's just subtle enough. She worried about him, however loathe she was to admit it.]
Running blindly has never suited you, Sherlock. Let me help you.