A Change Of Heart

Chapter 6

John sat down at his chair and began typing at his computer, he decided to write up about they're most recent case for his blog.

Sherlock didn't seem to remember anything of the day before, he hadn't mentioned it at all, so John left it unsaid even though he could feel it tearing away through his skull and chest. But if Sherlock didn't remember then it wasn't his fault and he wouldn't pressure him.

Sherlock walked in after a while, falling clumsily backwards into the sofa and then cursing suddenly as his head made contact with the wall causing him to retreat from his reclined position and reaching his hand up to his head.

John looked up from his computer and snapped it shut, racing over to Sherlocks side and approaching him carefully. John reached his hand up to cup Sherlocks face and tilt it forward so that he could see the back of Sherlocks head.

"Sherly you nutter, be more careful" John said exasperated, going to the kitchen and grabbing some water as well as two paracetamols, he then went back out to Sherlock who swallowed the tablets quickly and threw the water down his throat. John grabbed Sherlocks arm hastily attempting to stop him drinking so fast but he'd already finished the whole glass.

John sighed as Sherlock leaned back into the sofa but kept his head inclined upwards, away from the wall. John went over to his chair and grabbed the Union Jack pillow and lifted Sherlocks head, wedging the pillow between his head and the wall.

Sherlock lifted his knees up to his chest and tucked himself into a ball, his head felt like it had been hit with a hammer but to be honest making head on contact with a solid brick wall that had been standing for centuries probably wasn't much different.

Sherlock groaned after a while, his stomach hurting, causing him to wrap his arms tightly around his torso. John sighed and sat down next to Sherlock on the sofa, his eyes focused on the detective.

"Jawnn why is everything going wrong for me?" Sherlock whined, opening his eyes and looking at John.

"Because you're getting rather clumsy recently, just be more careful, or I'll have to wrap you in bubble wrap" John said softly, reaching his arm round the back of the sofa.

Sherlock groaned again and let his head sag heavily against the pillow, closing his eyes against the sudden headache and trying to fight against it. The pain in his stomach had gotten worse and he didn't know how to get rid of it so he stayed quiet, holding himself tightly.

"Do you not feel well Sher?" John asked quietly, Sherlock just shook his head and squinted his eyes as his head pounded from the inside out. "Do you trust me?" Sherlock just nodded again.

John reached out and pulled Sherlocks shoulder, pulling him so that he faced away from John, he then set himself so that he was facing Sherlocks back in the sofa, stretching his legs out either side of Sherlock and grabbing the pillow to lay on his lap.

John then pulled Sherlocks lanky form to lie back into him, his head on the pillow in Johns lap and the rest of his long form stretched out across the sofa with his legs hanging over the end. Johns own legs held him still in a type of makeshift cocoon and Sherlock leant into John timidly.

"Jawnn" Sherlock whined, his head aching more and his stomach feeling worse than ever. John smiled down at him and stroked a hand through Sherlocks hair before reaching down to Sherlocks stomach and massaging it with his warm hands. Sherlock arched his back into Johns palms, a natural reflex that he couldn't control and John chuckled at him.

"How's your tummy feeling Sherly?" John said softly, lifting Sherlocks shirt and massaging along Sherlocks soft skin, his warm skin against Sherlocks cold. Sherlock shivered at the touch and squirmed in Johns lap, his body twitching whenever John passed over certain places.

John brushed over Sherlocks belly button and the detective giggled slightly in his arms, wrapping his arms round one of Johns legs.

John then stroked through Sherlocks hair around the bump and then trailed his index finger along the curves of Sherlocks face, drawing patterns and Sherlock sighed and closed his eyes.

John smiled at Sherlocks childlike behaviors, clearly enjoying the attention from John.

After a while of tickling around Sherlocks face and arms he fell asleep and John stayed there with him, looking after the lanky detective.