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That's when it all went down hill. He got upstairs and got sick right on his bedroom floor. He ran downstairs while John was in the shower and got everything cleaned up. You couldn't even tell he threw up. "All I have to do is survive the next hour or so and then I'll be home free when I get home I'll tell John I don't feel good, and he'll see that I'm sick." He gets dressed and goes downstairs.
They get to the pub. John and Sherlock don't drink anything. Then it hits Sherlock, dizziness. "Crap!" He mutters. He sits down while John and Lestrade are playing pool but it gets worse. There almost done when Sherlock can't stand it while Lestrade and John were talking he let out a low moan of pain. John looks over at him. He can tell Sherlock is in pain. "Lestrade I think we are going to go now." John stands closer to Sherlock just in case he passes out but why didn't he tell them. It makes no sense at all. Sherlock tells him everything even when it is something stupid. They get home at John was so angry that he just yelled at Sherlock. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE SICK." He yells.
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