The Final Chapter

Sick

*John POV*

I lead Sherlock out to the couch, practically carrying him by the time we get there.

"Lie down, I'm going to go get Mycroft."

"It hurts."

"I know. Just relax, ill be right back."

I run out of the room, heading back to the guest room.

"Mycroft!"

He steps out of the room, leaving Greg with the boys.

"What's wrong?"

"I need help with Sherlock. He just passed out from pain, and I managed to wake him up. He's on the sofa right now, but I need help."

"Is he okay?"

"No. I'm worried he is going to pop a stitch if he doesn't start feeling better."

"Damn it."

Mycroft follows me to Sherlock, who is groaning and rolling around in pain.

"John?"

"Hey, I'm here. What's going on?"

"It hurts."

"I know, lie back down."

"Make it stop! Please John."

"Shhh. Come here, calm down."

Sherlock presses against me, shaking with fear and coldness.

"I'm cold."

"Mycroft..."

He grabs a blanket, helping me wrap Sherlock in it.

"John?"

"What's wrong?"

"Please make it stop."

"Mycroft, does he have any meds?"

"Yeah. Stay here with him, ill be right back. Don't let him move unless he needs to throw up again."

"Hurry up, I've got him."

Sherlock bites his lip, drawing blood. I make him lie his head in my lap, running my fingers through his hair.

"Make it stop!"

"You're okay, I've got you. Calm down, you need to relax Sherlock."

I put my hand on his stomach and it feels tight. Sherlock goes pale and I grab the basin for him. He lunges towards the bowl and vomits. Mycroft comes back in as Sherlock dry-heaves. He groans in pain as his stomach tightens again, this time bringing up nothing but stomach acid.

"Take this."

Mycroft hands him a pill and a glass of water, watching as I help him sit up slowly.

"Careful, don't move too fast. Go slowly Sherlock."

"Make it...stop. Please."

"We're trying, breathe. Focus on my voice, breathe with me."

I try to help him steady his breathing.

"Calm down."

"Its getting worse. It won't stop!"

His face pales again and he leans over, puking loudly. I rub his back gently, lying him back onto the sofa.

"Shhh. Relax Sherlock, you're too tense. Lie down."

He whimpers, falling into me suddenly. I start to panic, realizing he passed out again.