Sherlock Imagines

Illness

You woke up in the morning with a pounding headache. You were hot and sweating, and felt nauseous. You groaned trying to sit up but to your misery you feel back down again as you muscles ached. You still felt tired even though you had gotten a full twelve hour rest. You groaned again but in frustration this time as you realised one thing, you were officially sick. You see you never really got sick just the odd headache which was normal when living with Sherlock, but when you got ill, you were ill.

You were certain your head was going to explode and the nausea didn't seem to want to pass as well.

"Morning (y/n)" Sherlock grumbled as he walked into the bedroom not happy that he needed your help on this case you were currently working and you weren't helping him

"Piss off" you told him wanting your head to stop feeling like it had a thousand hammers hitting it all at once.

Sherlock soon left you alone, even though you didn't want him to leave at all, you were ill and who your ill your irritable and moody. Soon as you started to drift into a deep slumber wheezing through your mouth as you continued to sleep a dreamless sleep.

You awoke to the smell of tomato soup and orange juice. You pushed your self up to see Sherlock sitting at the end of the bed with a tray. On the tray was tomato soup, a glass of orange juice, tissues, medicine and a single red rose.

"Sherlock, what's all this" You spoke in a hardly hearable voice

"Your sick and as your partner it is my duty to take care of you." Sherlock responded

"But w-w-w-AHCO" Sherlock passed you a tissue so you could wipe your nose "What about the case Sherlock"

"Solved it after you told me to piss off, the care taker." Sherlock moved to sit by you bringing the tray with him "You need to drink plenty of fluids and eat to get better"

"You sound like" but you never finished as you started to violently cough. Sherlock rubbed your back as you coughed and once you had finished he gave you some juice.

"Thanks Sherlock, but you-" You began but one again was stopped and this time not by your illness.

Sherlock placed a soft gentle kiss to your lips then pulled away pulling you closer to him. You snuggled into the warmth as Sherlock pulled one of your Shakespeare books out and opened it and continued to read to your from where you had left off. Soup forgotten about. It was no doubt you have the most perfect boyfriend ever