It had been about 8 months since Sherlock had returned telling John that he was alive after faking his own death, making him watch him plunge to his death and leave him so alone for that time. The two of them had moved back into 221B, though things really were far from how they were. John became used to the fact of having Sherlock around again although it was quite strange for him having a friend he saw die in front of him be living with him once again, though John had been able to take it better surprisingly, maybe it was to do with the army training, or maybe he was just good at keeping it hidden. Sherlock on the other hand wasn't dealing with everything too well, ever since coming back he hadn't been the same. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't leave the house, he didn't even take on any cases anymore. Sherlock generally didn't eat or sleep much before but it was a lot worse now he had nightmares he would scream out in the night.
Sherlock walked into the kitchen through the living room, John was sat at the table eating his breakfast of jam on toast whilst reading the newspaper " Morning " He said as he cleared his throat taking a sip of his tea " Morning " Sherlock replied taking a glass from the cupboard as he got himself a glass of water " I made you some breakfast and tea " John said signalling to the other plate of toast by him and a hot cup of tea next to the plate. Sherlock looked in disgust at the food " I'm not hungry " He simply answered putting the glass of water down on the counter, taking the cup of tea and the other newspaper that laid on the table as he walked into the living room placing the cup of tea on the table as he slumped into his usual seat and opened the newspaper. John sighed seeing him walk off without without the plate of toast he had made for him turning to head to look at Sherlock he said " You know you have to eat sometime, you can't keep doing this " " I told you I'm not hungry " Sherlock simply answered " You haven't eaten anything in 5 days straight Sherlock! Don't You' go telling me you're not hungry, you need to eat you know! It's sort of what you have to do to stay alive!" John quickly said, he hadn't bothered Sherlock about this before but it was starting to get quite beyond a joke now. Sherlock took a deep breath " Not hungry " He replied again, John sighed getting up and picking up the plate of toast from the table as he walked into the living room " Eat the toast Sherlock " He instructed " No " Sherlock replied as he continued to read the newspaper flicking through the pages.
John placed the toast on the table by Sherlock's side and snatched the newspaper from his grasp " Sherlock i said eat the toast " He repeated his tone a lot more serious now. Sherlock looked to the plate of toast beside him and again looked at at in disgust almost as if someone had placed a plate of something rotten or disgusting next to him " I don't want to eat the bloody toast okay!" Sherlock said as he reached for the newspaper from Johns grasp but John held it away further " You know I've left you to it till now thinking you were just in a sulk or something but it's been 8 months now! Sherlock I really think that you need help" John said to him and as he did Sherlock froze for a second " What! I don't need help! What are you talking about John, I'm fine! " Sherlock protested " No you're not you won't eat, you barely sleep and when you do you have nightmares, i know about it all Sherlock i hear you screaming out at night, the first I heard you I wondered what the hell had happened you were screaming laid all sweaty, I've had to try and calm you down loads, you know it Sherlock" John replied calmly it was true it was all true " What happened to you Sherlock?" John asked " It's none of your business John! I'm fine okay! So what people have had nightmares before you know, it's not like it's not unknown!" Sherlock retorted " Fine, whatever" John said he really didn't want to argue with Sherlock this would be left for another day though he wasn't leaving the food issue alone as he insisted again " Please just eat though" He said again to Sherlock " No! " Sherlock practically shouted as he got up from the chair knocking the plate from Johns hand it landing on the carpet, as Sherlock stormed off out of the living room his blue silk dressing gown flowing behind him as he marched off back to his bedroom. John sighed as he lent down picking up the toast from the floor as he dumped it into the bin placing the plate into the sink.
John sat down and began reading his book, he didn't work as much these days, Mycroft had asked him to keep on Sherlock for the past month. There wasn't really much John could do though, Sherlock spent the majority of his time either locked in his bedroom or asleep on the sofa and it seemed like it was going to be a locked in the bedroom sorta day. A few hours had passed and Sherlock hadn't emerged, it was time to check on him, to make sure the guy was actually still alive, he knew what Sherlock was like he got up armed with a cup of tea for an offering and knocked on his bedroom door " Sherlock " John called but no answer " Sherlock " John called again opening the door he saw the tall slender figure standing at the window " I've brought you some tea " John said walking into the room " I don't want any " Sherlock replied not turning to look at John as he continued to stare out of the window " Yeah well I've brought you it anyway " John said placing the cup of tea down on the set of drawers. Walking up to Sherlock's side he saw the terribly white face of his friend as the malnourished figure looked as if he could barely stand " You should eat something" John prompted " I'm not h- hungry " Sherlock said his words becoming slurred " Are you alright?" asked John " I-I'm fine " Sherlock protested his words still slurred " You don't look it " John replied alerting his concern " J-" Sherlock began to mumble but his whole body collapsed as he fell bashing his head against the set of drawers " Sherlock!" John shouted.