The morning sun was sneaking through the curtains when he came to.

Sherlock looked over, seeing John napping in a chair next to him.

He wasn't feeling great, but he was starting to feel a little better. He quietly got out of bed. He was a bit dizzy, but he managed to get himself to the loo and take care of his needs. When he came back, he gently put a hand on John's shoulder, so he wouldn't surprise him.

"John. Go to bed. You look exhausted."