A Spoonful of Sugar (Johnlock)

DAY FIVE

John looked up when he noticed Sherlock step into the living area; like he's done everyday for the past five days, the only thing different today is that he wobbled a bit and by a bit he meant alot. He took tiny steps and held one hand to whatever wall was at his side to guide him to the kitchen. If John didnt know any better he'd say Sherlock had been shot.

"Sherlock..This is getting ridiculous." John got up from his chair without another thought and creeped up behind the other. Its a good thing he stood up when he did, because within another second Sherlock was falling onto him. Eyebrows furrowed with sweat and mouth taut into a concentrated line.

Can't say you're not sick anymore you fool.

"Are you alright..?" John whispered as quiet as he could, if he was this bad he wouldnt want to make it worse by speaking too loudly. Sherlock actually seemed to ponder the question while he was dipped down in John's arms like they'd just finished dancing some sort of tango, even in this state; he'd respond with a smile and wit to spare.

"Maybe not alright, but defenitely right enough to see you're trying to grow out that damn mustache again." Sherlocks smile grew wider and John would've dropped him right then and there if he didnt care about hurting him. Instead he layed him down onto the linoleum and cocked his head to his side while he stared at him.

"What am I going to do with you,Sherlock Holmes."

Now he has Sherlock laying on the floor of the kitchen--big boy takes up alot of space mind you--looking up at John slightly confused but unquestioning.

"You have any suggestions for me, Sherlock?"

"Maybe medicine would help."

"If I took it out for you would you take it."

"No."

alright then.