BBC Sherlock imagines

When They're Ill

Sherlock:
You were making dinner in the kitchen one day when Sherlock came home from a case he'd been working on. "Hey honey" you called but with no answer. You went into the living room to see him and repeat yourself in case he didn't hear you. But when you saw him you stopped yourself. He was as white as a sheet, even paler than usual, his eyes seemed almost dead and lacking colour and he looked as if he was about to just collapse. "Oh my god, Sherlock. What's wrong?"
"What. Nothing. I'm fine, fine. Honestly. Now I've got some, uh, experiments that I need to do in the, um, kitchen." He replied and stepped forward to go to the kitchen but his legs gave way underneath him but you caught him just in time. "No, your not, you aren't well Sherlock. Come on you must realise. Probably because you haven't slept in days. And when was the last time you ate?" You said. "No, no. I'm fine. I don't need those things." he protested, but you were still supporting him entirely and so you won the argument. You lead him slowly to the sofa and lowered him down. "Stay there" you ordered. "No" he said, trying to get up but only falling back down again. You smiled, victorious, and went in to the kitchen to finish your tea and pulled out a jar of chicken soup from the cupboard and cooked that up too. When you finished, you returned to Sherlock with a tray which you placed on his lap. He still looked really unwell and basically exhausted. "Chicken soup, eat it" you instructed before going to get your own dinner.
The two of you ate, Sherlock slowly and grudgingly. Then you stood up, took out both of your dishes and when you returned, you stood in front of him and simply said "bed". "No way, look, I'll let you run around after me if it makes you feel better, but I will not go to bed at six o clock." he argued, honestly sounding like a little kid having a strop. "Fine" you said, knowing to quit while you were ahead "at least have a blanket?"
"I won't go to sleep, but if you must" he said, dramatically as always. You could tell that he secretly liked being looked after and so went to fetch a big, fluffy blanket. You brought it back to him, sat down at the other end of the sofa and pulled him down so his head rested on your lap. He tried to fight back but he had no energy whatsoever. Then you threw the blanket over him. "Sherlock?"
"Mmm?"
"You will go to sleep" you said, "you're exhausted". "No I won't" he protested stubbornly. But after just five minutes or so, his head dropped from the tense position he was holding it in to make a point, and his breathing slowed. You smiled again, proud of your achievement and stayed there, as still as possible. You didn't really need to though because even when you got up to use the toilet and had to lift his head, he didn't even stir from the clearly needed deep sleep he was in.

John:
John was a doctor and therefore knew exactly when he was ill and what was wrong with him. Didn't stop him from being stubborn about it though. He woke up one morning and you could tell he was feeling really rough. He was loosing his voice, he had a constant runny nose and he kept having to grip onto stuff to steady himself, clearly dizzy. He almost fell over when he stood up from the breakfast table; "Right, that's it. You're not going to work today and neither am I. I'm going to look after you, ok?" You announced. He opened his mouth,about to protest but you added, sternly, before he could say anything "And you're not going to even think about arguing with me." He nodded. "Good. Now, back to bed and get out of your work clothes while I phone in." You ordered and he obeyed. When you finished on the phone, you went in and joined him to find him sitting up on his laptop. "Nope" you said, taking it away and into the living room so he couldn't get it. "Why?" He said when you returned. "Because you clearly need to sleep. For gods sake you're a doctor, can't you accept when you're ill and need looking after?" He sighed and nodded. "Right then" you got up and switched off the light before sitting down next to him on the bed and pulling the covers onto him as he lay down. He rested his head on the pillow, close to you and your warmth, and after a little while you finally heard him snore. You got up, him slightly stirring at the movement of the bed but not waking up, and went to the kitchen to make your homemade, special recipe vegetable soup for when he woke up.