“Be careful,” Mycroft snapped, when a medical technician ran a scanner over Danny’s neck.
“Mr. Holmes, do you want a read out of the chip or not?”
“Mr. Holmes, you do realize that the information from the chip will show up on the scanner whether or not the patient is alive, don’t you?”
“Yes, now get on with it and be gentle. He’s been through a lot.”
Danny looked over at him and smiled. What do I do when he smiles at me? His green eyes bore into my soul. A fleeting smile twitched at the corner of his lips, then he turned away, preferring to look at the medical equipment—cold and sterile like me.