With a happy grin Sherlock removed the nicotine patches from his arms and laid them to rest on the side. He didn't need them anymore. He stood up and staggered to the window and watched for John's imminent arrival. Within a few minutes he spotted him jogging down Baker Street, weaving in and out of people, dodging traffic. My God, he was really hurrying home. Sherlock felt the excitement building in his chest as he saw John get closer, and then finally heard his steps coming up the stairs. He turned round from the window just as he burst in, out of breath and exhausted.
"John!" he exclaimed and ran over, instantly embracing him in a type of bear hug. "You came back!"