Written for the LiveJournal community Watsons_Woes for their July Writing Prompts challenge. The prompt for day 29 was: Drabble, drabble, toil and scribble: Write a drabble of either exactly 100 words, or write a 221(b) (two hundred and twenty one words, ending with a word that starts with b).

Part of my Spencer-verse (primarily canon with a few details borrowed from the Granada TV series). I wrote a 221b because I hadn't done one before. :-)


_Being Tended_
I had retired early on account of a headache; when I woke, the headache had worsened and spread, until it seemed my entire body throbbed and pulsed with pain. Merely getting a drink of water sent my head spinning so I quickly returned to a prone position. As fetching anything for the pain was clearly out of the question, I tried to sleep in spite of it.

At some point, Spencer lightly landed on my bed and proceeded to sniff his way up my torso. He climbed carefully onto my pillow, placed a paw on my forehead, and licked my temple briefly before disappearing.

When he returned, it was with Holmes in tow. Holmes felt my forehead for a fever and asked quietly, "The headache still?"

I made a motion of assent, then felt his cool fingers on my arm, pushing up my sleeve. It was a matter of moments before the morphine was sliding into my vein. Holmes gently replaced my sleeve and settled a damp cloth on my forehead. As Holmes moved away, Spencer joined me again, curling up on the pillow next to my head and resting his chin on my shoulder. I shifted slightly so I could feel his fur against my cheek.

Knowing they would both be looking after me, I already felt a little better.