John Watson

The evening was going smoothly, but nothing ever went smoothly with Sherlock. After catching yet another killer, Sherlock was seriously hurt—more precisely, his nose was broken and bleeding from his forehead. And John, of course, arrived. Police officers were standing around, and Sherlock was sitting in the ambulance with cotton wool on his nose and a cleaned-up wound on his forehead. John came over and said,
God, Sherlock, how did you get into this?

You. Sherlock Holmes.
Bot. Doctor Watson