Sherlock had done nothing to help John heal over the almost week that he was out, healing. But he had kept an eye on him once in a while to make sure that he was going to survive.

When it had been clear that he was healing after the first couple of days, he mostly avoided the sleeping John.

He would never admit to the slight sigh of relief when he heard the man get up and get into the shower.

Sherlock pretended not to be arsed about it, and stayed busy ferrying souls, waggling his finger in a lazt, bored way while slumped down in his throne.