[Awake now, is he? The voice sounds hoarse, and the hand on his back feels unsteady and weak. But the heartbeat feels steady, and his temperature seems normal, so Kisame slows to a walk to allow Sherlock a gentler pace; if the man's not comatose, he supposes they can afford to wait a little longer. Possibly a lot longer, if he's going to be stubborn about this.]
If I thought you'd stay upright if I did, I might. Sorry, but I don't think it's happening.