Rain. I was sure of it. There was rain inside the flat, and lots of it too. It was making me cold, and already the poor amount of sleep I had was catching up to me. Tiredly I stumbled out of bed, with my eyes barely open and shouted- "Sherlock! It's raining inside my bedroom!" Thing is, the 'shout' was more of a croak with my voice slightly raised. He was up, mind you, and he looked over to see what was happening. After walking towards me with a mug full with tea, it sprung towards the floor in as much time as it took to take in the sight of my face. Sherlock grabbed me off of my feet, to which I tried to reply with a stern "Put me down," but ended up sounding like a small child.
"John, you're quite clearly delirious. There is no rain in your room, and I know you're smart enough to realise that when you're at full mental capacity. However, due to the unsightly amount of mucus coming out of your nose and the strain with which you seem to speak, I am inclined to believe that you have a bad cold. So bad that you hallucinated rain inside the flat. And in saying that, it would be best for you to go to bed as soon as possible-" He paused, placing me down and pulling the sheets up, " and I won't go to the Yard today."
"But you-you..." I tried to find the words I was looking for. "You have a case, remember? A really cool one, with-"
"Yes, John, now try to rest a bit while I call Lestrade."
It was agonising, being in bed when I was sure that my cold wasn't bad enough to warrant house arrest. And then, listening in to Sherlock's phone call with Lestrade, I was just so annoyed at the entire situation.
Sherlock arrived back into my bedroom to find me curled up in the foetal position, crying. I didn't know how I was supposed to explain to him that it was because he postponed a case- an actual, exciting, real, dead-bodies-and-policemen case, just to make sure that I was okay.
Sherlock, however, assumed that I was in pain of sorts. He just picked me up again, and sort of held me in what was possibly meant to be a hug. It was uncomfortable at first, but then I just felt so cold. So cold and so tired. And I didn't really want him to ever let go.