Sherlock nibbled and drank a bit, but he knew that he'd have to get up to use the loo, and he wanted to stall that for as long as he could.
He drifted in and out of his mind palace over the rest of the afternoon and evening. That night John was dozing a bit while he, though exhausted, stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about his bladder that had actually gone beyond painful now. He new he was risking actual damage by not going to the loo, and thought about the half empty glass that was on the bedside table, but even that was too far.
He was either going to have to piss himself- not an option, or get up and try to use the loo.
Sherlock shifted a bit, biting his lip to stop crying out in pain with even the slightest movement.
He managed to scoot himself a few inches closer towards the side of the bed, but the pain, which had been fading ever so slightly was now returned twofold.
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He drifted in and out of his mind palace over the rest of the afternoon and evening. That night John was dozing a bit while he, though exhausted, stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about his bladder that had actually gone beyond painful now. He new he was risking actual damage by not going to the loo, and thought about the half empty glass that was on the bedside table, but even that was too far.
He was either going to have to piss himself- not an option, or get up and try to use the loo.
Sherlock shifted a bit, biting his lip to stop crying out in pain with even the slightest movement.
He managed to scoot himself a few inches closer towards the side of the bed, but the pain, which had been fading ever so slightly was now returned twofold.