"Woah there cowboy, sit back down." John laughs and stands from his seat. Sherlock pouts but does and he's told and brings his knees up to his chest. John walks over and lightly touches the back of his hand to Sherlock's forehead. "Your burning up." He states with a frown and let's his hand fall to his side. Doctor mode kicks into John as he walking into the bathroom and riffles through the cupboard for his medical kit. When he returns to the sitting room with a glass of water and tablets for Sherlock's fever in hand Sherlock is shivering more violently and trying his best to curl up into a tight ball. "Here, take these." John says softly handing Sherlock the items then standing back with his hands on his hips waiting for Sherlock to take them. "You shouldn't have been out in the rain this time of year."
"He needed to be stopped John. You know Scotland Yard is nothing without my insight." Sherlock says, eyeing the pills intently. John looked down at him. "Come on Sherlock don't be a child. Take them." Sherlock pouts but complies throwing the pills into his mouth and takes a sip of water. Sherlock scrunches up his nose at the taste of the medication. For a moment he sits there. "John how long till they start working, Lestrade wants me working at the Yard early tomorrow."
"Just be patient Sherlock, you can't force yourself to get better. In the mean time you need to keep warm and rest. I'll go make your bed shall I?" With that John turned around and made his way to Sherlock's room to put fresh sheets on Sherlock's mattress as Sherlock spilt some sort of experiment on the week before and has been to lazy to replace them since. He puts the clean sheets on slowly, closes the curtains and turns the bedside lamp on then walks back out to Sherlock. "Beds ready when you are, and a thank you wouldn't go astray since you've been sleeping on a bare mattress for a week."
Sherlock mumbles a thank you as he walks past John, avoiding his gaze. Suddenly, coughs erupt from Sherlock's body as he clutches the wall closest to him. "J-John," Sherlock calls between coughs as his throat tightens. John rushes over to the kitchen and grabs some water then runs back to him and holds up, giving him the water. Sherlock spills the water on himself and takes big sloppy gulps. "Slow down Sherlock," John says rubbing his back, "This might be more serious than I thought." John says to himself. Sherlock finds some strength and John holds him up and he finally feels how stone cold Sherlock's pale skin is. Sherlock and John stumble their way into Sherlock's room and he falls onto his bed. John helps him get under the covers and Sherlock's breath is shaky. John goes to the kitchen and Sherlock waits in his cold bed. John reappears with a stethoscope around his neck. Sherlock smirks. "What"-cough-"are you doing doctor?" Sherlock says. John says, "I just wanna listen to your heart, see what's going on in there." Sherlock shivers at the cold metal on his chest me looks up at a blurry John Watson. He looked so concentrated listening to Sherlock's heartbeat, if there were any warm blood in him he'd blush.
John listened carefully to the beat of Sherlock's heart, frowning slightly in concentration. He sighed taking the stethoscope off Sherlock's chest and placing it on the bedside table. "What?" Sherlock asked suddenly worried. "Nothing." John says calmly smoothing back Sherlock's curls. "Your heart is fine." Sherlock nods numbly and instinctively leans his head into John's hand. "Why don't you get some rest." John suggests smoothing back Sherlock's curls again.
Sherlock could almost purr while John stroked his hair. He nodded and cleared his throat, feeling drowsiness take over him. He sighed and looked up at his doctor. "John? Would you wait here... until I fall asleep?" Sherlock had to admit he could rarely fall asleep on his own. Yet in Sherlock's clouded mind he found John's presence calming. John gave him a blank face. "Please... For me..." Sherlock added quietly.
John thought about this for a moment before finally nodding and sitting down next to Sherlock. Sherlock smiles shyly up at John and mumbles a thank you. "Sit up." John says nudging Sherlock with his leg. Sherlock gives John a confused look but does as he's told. John shifts behind Sherlock on the bed so his back is pressing against the headboard and then pulls Sherlock back to lay down with his head on John's lap. He tangles his fingers in Sherlock's hair and massages his scalp.
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Through sickness and health
Fanfiction"oh god John I can't do this!" Sherlock exclaimed. He slammed his hands hard against the leather seat and pulled himself up. He spread his arms out, showing his full wingspan. "John fix me." Sherlock gets sick and John looks after him. Things get pr...
