Sherlock watched John work. He felt awful, the man had just almost died, and here he was, being feeble and infirm, laying down on the couch when all he'd done was..
Well... what? fainted? Seen visions in his head? He still wasn't really sure what had happened, actually. And that was what both vexed and frustrated him. He was Sherlock Bloody Holmes, he could figure anything out.
And yet, he was stumped by what had happened to him when he simply laid a hand on his flatmate.
Once again this thoughts were interrupted, this time by Detective Inspector Lestrade.
"Graham." Sherlock said with a frown. Normally he would be happy to see the man, he was itching for a case, but John needed to rest, and he needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
"We can't help you, John is convalescing." It looked less convincing considering he was the one laying down with a cloth on his hed and John was in the kitchen, but it was essentially true.
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Date: 2019-01-10 04:37 am (UTC)Well... what? fainted? Seen visions in his head? He still wasn't really sure what had happened, actually. And that was what both vexed and frustrated him. He was Sherlock Bloody Holmes, he could figure anything out.
And yet, he was stumped by what had happened to him when he simply laid a hand on his flatmate.
Once again this thoughts were interrupted, this time by Detective Inspector Lestrade.
"Graham." Sherlock said with a frown. Normally he would be happy to see the man, he was itching for a case, but John needed to rest, and he needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
"We can't help you, John is convalescing." It looked less convincing considering he was the one laying down with a cloth on his hed and John was in the kitchen, but it was essentially true.