A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 14

John couldn't help but give a small smile back, making his way after Sherlock. Blushing a little at what he said, "you don't have to.." he said softly as they got up and made their way into the flat, a note laying on the desk,
"What's that?" The blogger asked, spotting the note and made his way over picking it up and gazing at it curiously.

The note being a cream coloured paper all neatly folded up. 'Sherlock' written on a curly font on top of it.

The detective was hanging up his coat and scarf at this, frowning ever so slightly as he came to stand beside John, gazing over the pastel coloured paper.
“I.. don’t know.. probably Mycroft.” He grumbled, softly taking the piece of paper from John, their hands and fingers brushing. It took a lot of willpower for Sherlock to ignore the touch as he headed to his chair, beginning to open the neatly folded paper.

'I hope everything is alright and that doctor Watson is okay. But seriously Sherlock, tell him. Because if you don't I will. -MH' the note read in the officials finest writing, obviously written fairly quickly judging by the fact it was slanted.

"What does it say?" John asked as he made his way into the kitchen and flicked the kettle on, being careful of his bruised knuckles.
Sherlock’s eyes widened at the ending of the note before he glanced to John before back to the note.
“Oh.. nothing much. Just Mycroft trying to give me life advice again.” He got up, placing the piece of paper in his pocket before heading to the kitchen and taking John’s hands in his own, softly covering his knuckles.
“Let me do this. Get some cream for your knuckles.” He softly suggested, still holding to John’s hands as he gazed down to him with wide blue eyes.
"Are you sure? John asked, attempting not to blush when his eyes met Sherlock's. "I was just thinking of attempting to bandage it.." He mumbled looking back down at their hands interlinked together.

Sherlock nodded, noticing the small blush, as he blushed too.
“Of course, John. Just rest in your chair and I’ll make some tea. Get some cream and I will apply it. Let me be a doctor for once.” He smiled a little as he began to makes some tea, reluctantly letting go of John’s hand.
"Alright.." John agreed softly, missing the warmth of the detectives hand before going to go but stopped and turned back around,
"Thank you, by the way... for bailing me out." He said softly with a little smile before leaving the room in search of some cream and bandages.

Sherlock smiled softly at this as he didn’t answer, a sign that it was all okay. He made the tea perfectly, stirring the sugar into his own before heading into the living room and placing John’s on the small table by his chair and his own beside it. He took off his blazer, now just in a rather tight light blue shirt as he grabbed a blanket, standing innocently by John’s chair as he waited for him to return.

"Uh Sherlock?" Suddenly came John's voice from the bathroom, sounding a little unimpressed.

The detective frowned at this as he placed the blanket down, heading swiftly to the bathroom as he headed inside, seeing an unimpressed blogger.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked a little worriedly as he took John’s injured hand again, making sure they weren’t any more damaged.
"What? No.. no. I'm not hurt." John replied, looking a bit surprised at Sherlock before looking back up at the cabinet, "someone's put the cream on top of the cabinet.." he said, still unimpressed, "I'm too short to reach it." He mumbled.

The taller man snorted a little, letting go of John’s hand again as he glanced to the top of the cabinet.
“Do you want me to give you a lift up?” He chuckled a little but in reality Sherlock found John’s shortness rather endearing and feature he loved about him.
John looked at Sherlock unamused crossing his arms gently, "are you being stupid for once? I'd crush you." He spoke, not really liking the idea of Sherlock picking him up.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m stronger than I look. But if you insist..”