Sherlock sickfics!

John

John woke up with a pounding headache. It felt as though someone was hitting his head with a hammer repeatedly. He groaned before slowly getting out of his bed. Maybe it would pass, him and Sherlock were up late last night playing some stupid game John can't exactly remember. 

The army doctor walked into the living room and sat on the couch before putting his head in his hands. Maybe if he just slept a little more, he'd feel better. John slowly laid back onto the couch and fell asleep almost instantly.

Sherlock woke up feeling , well, great! Usually he was tired, or sprained and ankle from running, or his mind giving him a head ache because his concuss was like a small toddler who was incredibly inquisitive. But today,the detective felt perfectly rested with no pain at all. Sherlock loved it. He got up before putting on his suit and getting ready for the day ahead.

He walked into the living room to see a sleeping John on the couch. Sherlock raised an eyebrow at the sleeping man before going to the cluttered kitchen to make some coffee.

Once Sherlock sat down in his favorite chair with his favorite cup that posses delicious black liquid inside. The detective looked over to see John. His face was quite flushed and he moved around a little while he slept. 

After Sherlock finished his cup of coffee he ambled over towards his flatmate.  He stared at the sleeping man with a form of enamor. He could never tell the man, but Sherlock did love him, which was a human flaw and he knew, and told anyone that, but god, it felt like an amazing flaw to have. Yes it was dangerous, but that's what Sherlock seeks, what gave him adrenaline that he desires. He could never tell the sleeping form n the couch. He was sure the man must be straight after all, he has had at least a dozen girlfriends since he's met him. But the man couldn't ignore the voice in the back of his head saying quietly, "But what if?". 

Sherlock went to put his mug in the overflowing sink before grabbing a book on his desk and began to read, looking over at the army doctor every once and a while.

When John woke up he knew something was wrong. The headache was still there and as strong as ever. He also noticed how his throat itched like someone was dragging nails across the inside of his throat. And he felt hot, but cold at the same time. John moaned as he rolled over to face the the room.

"Ah you're awake, I thought you'd never wake up." John opened his eyes slightly and looked over to the man who was reading a book.

"I've been thinking," The detective started, still staring at his book, turning the page every few minutes.

"Oh it's never good when you start thinking alone" John stated, his voice horse.

"-that you must be sick" Sherlock stated, turning the page once again.

"No shit,Sherlock." The army doctor said before making himself get up and make himself a cup of tea to help his throat, as well as grab some medicine. 

"Wait! Where are you going?" Sherlock said quickly, setting his book down. 

"I'm going to make tea" John said quite rudely, he's always cranky when he's sick.

There was silence for a while before the Detective did something that John never thought he would do.

"Do you want me to help? I could make the tea and all those things, really." Sherlock said before getting off his chair and  strided over to the doctor. John stood there aghast for a few seconds. 'The great Sherlock Holmes, wanting to help? What has happened to the world?' 

"Yeah that'd be nice, actually." John went to go lay down on the couch, resting his eyes. 

Soon John could smell tea being made, he sighed in delight. 

Soon Sherlock gave the sick man a cuppa before walking off and coming back with his arms full of blankets.

The detective then went to read, not saying a word through any of this. 

John smiled softly, while drinking his tea.

John would look at Sherlock every once and a while, trying to somehow study the man.

This detective would be the death of him.

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I know this sucks but  I had no ideas and I wanted to get something posted. I've been incredibly busy with writing a book and trying to make a musical with my girlfriend.

I made an account on archive of our own, my name is YerAWizardAmanda so I guess go check tht out, I haven't actually posted on it and I don't know if I will anytime soon, and if I do they will likely just be a bunch of one-shots for the different fandoms I'm in (I am currently working with the idea of one that involves Hamilton)   Stay Alive!

- Amanda (twentyonetacobells21)