Element ➳ Sherlock x Reader

Care

I spectated silently as John called Sherlock.

"Sherlock?" He asked.

Sherlock's voice was not audible to me, so I just listened to John.

"You need to come to your flat now...what? No, she's still here...Sherlock she's my friend! She looks terrible, thin, you need to come down now...I don't care if she called me a hedgehog! Now get your sleuthing arse down here!" John yelled, before hanging up, angrily.

I stared down at my feet.

"I can't believe he went this low..." John sighed.

"I miss him, John...I'm pathetic without him, as you can see." I shuddered.

"No, you're not, come here." He sighed, before pulling me in for a hug.

My phone began to ring, and John picked it up for me.

"Hello? Tom, hi...I don't think Y/N can talk right now...because she's not too well. What? You don't have to come over...oh, alright then. Bye." John said to Tom.

"Looks like Tom's coming over too. He sounded very worried." John said.

"No...he can't see me like this..." I protested.

"Y/N...he's gotta know, especially since he cares for you." John said, rubbing my back.

"But I lied to him..." I sighed.

"He'll understand. And don't worry about Sherlock, I'm gonna help you two straighten things out." He smiled.

"Thank you hedgehog." I hugged him, he chuckled lightly, not correcting me.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

John walked over and opened it, to see Sherlock.

"You called?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yes I bloody did! Sherlock, how could you just leave?" John said in a whisper that I was still able to hear.

"Do I have to explain everything to you? Or just the fact that it's none of your business!" he raised his voice.

"Look. Look what you did, Sherlock. Look what you did to Y/N!" John grabbed a hold of his ear and dragged him in.

His face went pale.

"John you're being too hysterical..." I mumbled.

"Why haven't you been eating...?" Sherlock asked softly, as John let go of him.

His voice.

"I was...but I ended up throwing up everything I ate so I just...stopped." I said quietly.

"When was the last time you ate?" he asked, walking over and placing the back of his hand on my forehead, to check if I had a fever.

"Three days ago...but I threw it all up." I told him.

"You need to eat." He said, wrapping his coat around me and rushing into the kitchen.

I sat down on the sofa and looked up at John, who then sat beside me with a sigh,

Then there was another knock on the door. 

"I'll get it." John got up and opened the door.

"Y/N!" Tom walked past John quickly over to me.

I quickly covered my thin body with Sherlock's jacket.

"Hi." I said quickly.

"What happened...?" He asked, stroking my hair.

"N-Nothing. I'm fine, John's just being a bit hysterical is all..." I lied.

"You can't hide it from him forever." John sighed.

Tom pulled the jacket away from me and gasped when he saw my state.

His eyes widened in surprise as he stared at me.

"Why are you looking at her like that?" Sherlock asked, in a pissed off tone, as he came over  empty handed.

There was never any food in that kitchen.

"She looks ill. Really ill." He said, sitting down beside me.

I looked down. I never liked pity.

"What happened? Why are you like this?" Tom asked, taking my hand.

I kept quiet and bit my bottom lip.

"Why haven't you been caring for her, Sherlock?" Tom asked again, softly.

"That doesn't concern you. Besides...there's nothing wrong with her." He said.

"But--" He tried to say.

"There's nothing wrong with her. She's beautiful, lovely, perfect." He interrupted quickly.

I melted at his words.

"What about on the inside, Sherlock? How do you think she is inside?" John cut in.

Sherlock stared off into space, mumbling the word "hurt".

"You hurt Y/N?" Tom asked, staring at Sherlock.

"No." I said quickly.

Tom sighed and kissed my hand.

"Is there even any food in here?" He glanced around.

"I couldn't find anything." Sherlock said quietly, deep in thought.

"That's it. Y/N you're coming with me. You need to eat something." Tom said, taking my hand and helping me up, as well as leading me out the door, before Sherlock pulled me away from him.

"I can make sandwiches." Sherlock said sternly, gripping my hand tightly.