"Now, Holmes you must let me have a look at you," Watson said to his friend, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I assure you I am perfectly fine Watson. Stop clucking like a mother hen."

Watson smirked. "I only wish to make certain of that fact. You took quite a blow to the ribs in that fight."

Holmes sighed. "Very well, then. If it will get you to leave me alone." He carefully removed his shirt and Watson ran his hand lightly across the rib cage, checking for broken bones. Holmes snickered and flinched.

"Did I hurt you?" Watson asked, concerned.

"No... It is just-" Holmes laughed and jumped back when Watson touched him again. He pushed Watson's hands away.

"You are ticklish!" Watson realised, amused.

"Yes, Watson, and I'll thank you not to-" Holmes started to laugh again as Watson reached toward him.

"I didn't even touch you that time!" laughed Watson. He made another attempt as Holmes dodged out of the way.

"Imagine, the cold and stern Sherlock Holmes is ticklish!" Watson teased. Holmes grabbed a pillow and struck Watson with it. The two of them continued to laugh as they wrestled on the bed.