A Study In Sleep

Chapter. 37

It had been two days since the lovebirds has returned back to 221b and after announcing to the general public that no cases would be taken for six weeks, Sherlock had basically turned into a housewife. Though he didn’t mind, he was doing it for the man he loved and to protect him. He was cooking dinner, a simple pasta dish while John was all cosy in Sherlock’s bed, or well, their bed. A steaming pot of tea was by the bed along with piles of blankets, painkillers, John’s slippers and  unmistakably a gun just in case an intruder came.

Sherlock was being the most caring, softest man to walk the planet. He had cried several times over the whole thing and why they were even in this situation, the detective traumatised but overall okay. He brought a newspaper everyday, before John even woke it was already there beside the bed, he had helped him also have a bath and also carried him practically everywhere around the flat. He even went to the shops for anything he craved or needed. It was truly sweet of him.

However, right now, John was stood slightly with a fly swatter in his hand as he scanned about for the fly that kept dive bombing him and making an irritating buzzing noise.
He pulled a serious face, attempting to concentrate on the fly rather than the slight stinging pain in his side.
"Now, where the fuck are you, you little bastard?" He muttered to himself, looking around and determined to kill the source of the buzzing.

Sherlock glanced up from the saucepan at this sentence and he instantly grabbed the closest utensil he could find, which happened to be a ladle and stormed into the bedroom with ladle raised and ready. However he frowned at the sight of John like this.
“What on earth is happening?” He muttered, ladle still raised and ready.
"Tell me, you can hear it too.. right?" John muttered, looking back to Sherlock momentarily before hearing a buzzing sound again, before starting to explain..
"There's a fucking fly in here and it's annoying me.." He sighed,
"A-ha!" He whispered, thinking he spotted it before trying to swat it but instead fell onto the bed. Causing him mutter in pain a little, "didn't get it.." he huffed.

Sherlock’s eyes widened at the sight of John falling onto the bed in pain and he instantly chucked the ladle away as he gently picked John up and softly laid him properly in the bed.
“Just rest... I’ll open the window and see if it escapes.” He worriedly said as he brushed back his blonde hair, placing a kiss to his forehead.
John sighed at this,
"Sherlock, I'm not made of glass.." he murmured quietly, as he looked up at his lover. Stealing a couple of kisses from him as he was laid back onto the bed, "you treat me like a glass figurine.." he giggled softly.
Sherlock was hurt by the comment, the detective just wanting to be the best for John and to make sure he was not in pain nor in danger.
“Sorry... I’ll.. just finish dinner.” He mumbled before he disappeared quietly and upset to finish dinner, biting his lips as he did so.

"Hey, no wait..." John sighed and rubbed his face slightly, looking to the window for a moment.
"God, I'm so stupid.." He mumbled to himself. Debating on whether to get back up and go apologize straight away.

He hadn't thought about how it would effect Sherlock, what he said. Neither had he even noticed till now how much the detective was doing for him. He felt a slight sinking feeling in his chest and decided to get up and quietly make his way towards the kitchen. He loved Sherlock and appreciated everything the madman did for him, if only he showed it more.  He sighed, gently moving to stand behind the detective and snaked his arms around him before resting his head on the brunet's shoulder,
"I'm sorry about what I said.." He murmured, cuddling his boyfriend in an attempt to apologise, "I really do love you and appreciate all the work you do for me... it's just, over the years I've always ended up depending on myself rather than others. I'm sorry for being ungrateful.." he buried his face softly in between the bit of Sherlock's shoulder blades as he cuddled him.