Sherlock lifted him up easily and took him into the bedroom. He laid the man down and toweled him off as best he could, then put him back into bed on the other side where the sheets were dry, covering him with the sheets as well as a comforter.

He had no idea what was going on with John. He looked exhausted, so Sherlock figured that he needed more sleep, even though he has just rested. Perhaps it wasn't enough.

He sighed as he plopped back into the chair next to the bed, wishing that Fates had told him more. He was, for once, at a total loss here.