Mycroft carried Danny into the room. John reached them first. “Good god, what happened?”
“He sprained, possibly broke his ankle when he attempted to escape. He’s also dislocated his shoulder. He’s in a lot of pain.”
“Why didn’t you set it?” Sherlock asked.
Mycroft avoided his brother’s speculative gaze. “There wasn’t time and I didn’t want to worsen the injury.”
“Since when have you cared about whether you injure another human being?”
“Brother mine, you know as well as I that Danny is an asset.”
“And after he’s fulfill his purpose?” Sherlock asked him, with an edge to his voice.
“Then he shall be dealt with accordingly.”