The moment that John ran off, Sherlock was on his feet. He glared at Martha, DARING her to say anything about it before he rushed off to the loo, only to find John throwing up into the toilet.
He got on his knees next to John, gently rubbing his back and murmuring soft words to him, trying to help him relax and breathe deeply and get through the nausea.
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He got on his knees next to John, gently rubbing his back and murmuring soft words to him, trying to help him relax and breathe deeply and get through the nausea.