Sherlock gathers Watson into his arms in a princess carry. She's small and light, and he's exceptionally strong, so he easily transports her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed after Ted pulls back the covers. He stands back, his posture awkward, looking down at her, worry in his expression.

Joan doesn't notice. Once she's laid down she sighs and closes her eyes, comfortable in bed, allowing her body to relax. She won't be awake much longer.