Worry clouded Sherlock's face. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. It had been almost a week since that phone call, and so far they had avoided talking to either Mycroft or Martha, but they both knew that a meeting was inevitable.

And now the day had come, it seemed.

Sherlock waited until John was through throwing up again, then he went into the bedroom and got John's phone. It was easy to find Martha's number. As much as he didn't want to talk to the woman, he would do anything to make sure John was ok.

So he dialed the number.