Sherlock-

You woke up in a hospital room and tried to remember why you were there. Oh that's right Sherlock got shot in the shoulder. "Finally your awake. It's been so boring and I'm not aloud to shoot things." Sherlock says with his annoyed face. "Well don't get yourself shot and then you can stay home and shoot the wall all you want." you say annoyed. "It's nothing Darling." "Nothing? Do you know how worried I was. Getting call that my boyfriend had been shot." you look at him still a bit angry. "(Y/N) it's nothing. Just a shoulder wound." he replies. "But it could have been worse Sherlock. Do you not understand that?" he looks at you and smiles "Come cuddle with me. I miss holding you." "No." "Please." "No." "Please I miss my little darling." "And I miss you. Get better so you can home. I don't like being home alone." you sigh. "Of course you don't. We live across the street from drug and crime ring." he says. "Don't remind me. Just get better." you beg. "Cuddle with me and I'll get better quicker. Love is the best medicine." You give in and crawl in next him careful of his wound.

Greg-

"Sweetheart don't panic I'm fine." Greg says seeing your eyes go wide. "It's just an arm wound. I'm fine. Come here." you were speechless. He moved over and made room for you to lay next to him. "Sweetheart please say something." "What happened?" "We went to find a suspect and there was a small shooting between him and us. But I'm fine I can go home in a few hours." he says putting his good arm around you. "Good. I was so scared. I don't know what I would do without you." you smile and put your head on his shoulder. "Nothing's going to happen to me. I'll be around for a long time to annoy you. And to love you." he promises. "More love then annoyance I hope." you giggle. "Of course."

Jim-

You were sitting in the bedroom and heard the front door opening meaning Jim was home. "Kitten where are you?" he yells. "Bedroom." you shout back and return to your book. He walks in but you don't look up too engrossed in your book. "(Y/N) how good are you at handling gunshot wounds?" he ask nonchalantly. You snap your head up and see him sitting on the edge of the bed hand over his shoulder with blood on his shirt. "Oh my. Jim what happened?" you ask. "It was nothing. Just a misunderstanding. It's not even deep the bullets out I just need you to clean it and bandage it." he says. You get up and lead him to the bathroom. You get a wash cloth wet while he takes off his shirt. You dab the cloth on the wound causing him to wince in pain. "Stop being such a baby. You just calmly told me you were shot. This shouldn't hurt." you laugh at him. "Just hurry up." he whines. You finish cleaning it and wrap a bandage around his shoulder. "Done." "Don't I get a get well kiss?" he asks. You press your lips to his and he pulls back smiling. "You should have been a doctor. Your very good at it." Him says making you laugh.