Honestly, if Tony had not been unable to get up because of the agonizing pain in his chest, Sherlock's sarcastic tone and maxed-out mockery would probably have earned him a fist straight to the face from Tony, teaching Sherlock who the real big boss was.
But clearly, Tony could not do that right now.
Still, being unable to do it did not stop Tony from glaring at Sherlock like he desperately wanted to punch him, even though his face was pale and he was weak to the extreme.
Yet facing Tony like this, Sherlock seemed possessed by a drama queen and had absolutely no intention of letting him off, continuing to mock Tony in an almost aria-like tone.
"Foolish Tony, remember how you feel right now. Then feel powerless, feel angry, and hate as much as you can! Let your hatred burn your will, let your anger drive your body, then grow as strong as possible and stop this kind of helplessness from ever happening in the world again!"
Although Sherlock was mocking Tony with lines that had clearly been altered from who knew where, his hands did not slow down at all. The moment he appeared, he walked over to the first-generation Micro Arc Reactor on the table, which had already become nothing more than a decoration.
While speaking those strangely altered lines in an aria-like voice, he smashed the protective glass cover and pressed the handmade first-generation Arc Reactor against Tony's chest.
With the activation of alchemy, the Arc Reactor that had long since dimmed quickly lit up with a deep blue glow once more.
As that light, seemingly like salvation itself, shone forth, Tony's deathly pale complexion rapidly returned to normal within just a few breaths.
What Sherlock had never expected was that after recovering, the first