Aden, whom we might as well go ahead and call the heroine, finds her appointment in the back hall - tall, handsome, punctual. Sherlock (the tall, handsome, etc. appointmentee) procures a bare wooden stool, and Aden sets to work.
Half an hour later, she's washing his blood off her hands.
Everyone always assumes that Aden’s speaking metaphorically.
Aden never, ever speaks metaphorically.
(No one dies.) She bites her lip; he forgives her. She kisses her finger, then puts her finger to his ear. She's pretty cool about blood.
What our heroine lacks in quease she makes up for in artistic genius.
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