John Watson and Sherlock Holmes sat in the living room of apartment 221b Baker Street. John was reading a newspaper. Sherlock was in his mind palace. Well at least that is what John thought. Sherlock was actually battling a really bad migraine. He got really bad migraines at least once a month. This was the 4th one that month. He had gone to multiple doctors when he was a child. None of the doctors where able to give him a diagnosis. They had run multiple tests. None of them showed anything. They told him that they thought it might because he uses his brain too much. Sherlock had never told John about them. He was afraid that he would restrict him if he did.
"Sherlock!" John practically yelled. Sherlock snapped out of his trance.
"What?" he said trying to act casual.
"I have been calling you for a few minutes. Are you ok?" John asked concerned.
"Yeah I am fine. What did you want?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat." John said pointing to the door.
"Sure I guess" Sherlock said standing up. He immediately regretted it. He swayed a little bit. He hoped that John hadn't seen. He pushed through the pain and continued walking. He grabbed his jacket and scarf.
John had seen Sherlock sway. He decided not to say anything and kept walking. He grabbed his jacket and jogged after Sherlock. He was already half way down the stairs. He was walking really slowly.
"Are you sure you are ok" John asked.
"Yes I am fine" Sherlock snapped. He was getting nervous that John was going to find out that he was ill. He felt a buzzing in his pocket. He fished his hands out of his pocket.
"Hello?" Sherlock asked. He only had 2 contacts in his phone. So he didn't know who it was. And his head was killing him so much that he couldn't really think too well.
"Hey freak… Lestrard says we need you so I'll text you the address" Donovan said into the phone. Then she hung up before Sherlock could answer.
"Who was that?" John asked.
"It was Donavan… They said that they need us"