"John!" Sherlock was inhumanly fast, and he caught the man before he slumped down off the bed. He laid him back down very gently. The man was shivering, so he pulled the covers and a comforter over John.

Had he fainted? Or was something else wrong?

Was he not living up to his side?

He was trying to show John that he cared. He had kissed the man, even.

But he had no idea if it was enough.

Damn it all, he needed to talk to the Fates. Mycroft was a very last resort.