Bored

Warning: Mild language.

As many types of bacteria as Sherlock encounters on a frequent basis (after all, he often tastes unidentified substances that he finds to determine their compositions), you would think that he would have a strong immune system. However, he gets sick quite often, and when he does, he refuses to admit it until it either goes away, or it worsens to the point that he couldn't work even if John would just let him get out of his damn bed because he really is fine to walk to the kitchen himself should he want any tea or toast or any of the many food items that John keeps bringing in on that tray.

For his part, John just wants the big git to get better, because while a sick Sherlock does give him a little bit of a break, it quickly becomes tiresome. The first few days, John forces Sherlock to sleep, and takes the opportunity to read a book or two, or perhaps write about the last few cases for his blog. Then, he does the shopping and straightens up the flat. By the time John has done all of the chores twice and stocked every single cupboard, he gets rather… antsy. And while he'll never admit it, without the detective's constant chaos, John gets… well, he gets extraordinarily bored.

A/N: My first attempt at a 221B, done for the lovely Tamikotheneko because she was sick this week, and she's pretty much a dalek about making me write even when she's sick. So, here's your get well present, I guess! So, you beautiful reader you, rate and review, or something like that, and make requests for future one-shots!