Aless' Get Well sicfic

by jack63kids

This sicfic is for AlessNox who is recuperating from something ghastly. Get well soon, Honey, and take it easy. I have to say that John isn't as good at caring for the sick as you'd think - he was supposed to come round and look after me this week, and simply did not show! Men! And he's a doctor to boot - they are the worst and not just as patients as folklore has it.

They were lying on what John had come to view as opposing sofas, glaring at each other, coughing in unison and comparing symptoms.

He wasn't sure if it was a step-up from when they'd stationed themselves as far from each other as possible; Harry in John's upstairs bedroom and Sherlock in his own. Both had demanded the dinner bell to summon aid and tried to outdo each other with calls on his attention.

Neither were on death's door now and he'd insisted that they both come into the living-room at least for the afternoon, so he could bring them food and drinks now that they were able to eat again.

"If you're well enough to keep on hassling me," he reasoned, "then you're well enough to come down here and crash out on a sofa for a while."

Their competing over symptoms, quickly turned into grumbling about him. He could hear them as he was preparing a tasty but plain lunch of chicken soup and dry rolls. His Mum had always given him and Harry that when they were recuperating and he figured it had some magical healing properties.

"Right you two - smarten up, lunch is on its way!" he said, bustling over with a tray.

"Oh don't mind him. His bark's worse than his bite!" one invalid bitched.