The hand thing isn't serious; it's a question of whether it was a wart, a cyst, or a pimple, I think. If I'd known that a) he'd think those weren't warts and b) he was going to take so much skin off the back of my hand, though, I'd never have called the doctor!

John kept being on the verge of connecting the dots and then stepping back, but I too would rather believe I was attacked by a person in a wolf suit than a werewolf.

I keep giggling thinking of Sherlock getting more and more frustrated.