Sherlock grimaced as he was helped up, back to the bed, and settled back down. All the movement had, of course made the pain ramp up yet again. He was biting his lip to keep from crying out.

He sighed when he was settled finally, knowing that eventually it would fade back into a dull roar.. eventually.

He shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes closed, he was getting a migraine from all the pain and stress and light just made it worse.