[He jolts up at the pounding, blinking blearily oh... his hands - he has both hands.

His hand rests on his belly, while he did feel like he just threw it all up, it felt like his guts were still inside. Sherlock wobbles, wiping his face briefly before opening the door, he can see a few other agents peering through gaps in their doors]

Ye-yes, I'm awake... what-

[The question died on the tip of his tongue, for a moment seeing the man on the floor, bisected, then seeing Greyson most clearly dead]

Ahn...

[He braces against the door frame to steady himself, until his vision starts to clear and a living man stands before him once more]