Sherlock hadn't moved from the seat the entire time. He had managed to entertain himself some on his mobile phone, and spent some time thinking about HIS John, the two times that they had only ever been together. Which of course led to John leaving and Sherlock being alone again. It was a spiral of shame, disappointment, and frustration that left him in a right foul mood.

That was, until John woke up

"John." He leaned over the bed, looking into the man's dark blue eyes. He put his hand gently on John's chest. "Stay in bed. You.. were feeling ill earlier, Perhaps you should rest a bit more before you try to get up." He wasn't really sure what in the Nine Realms that John should be doing, but since he was still technically human, resting sounded like a good idea.