This is my first fanfic ever so I just want to say sorry for any mistakes or OOCness if you have any comments that could help me improve please do write a review. I will only upload more if you want it, if my story is rubbish I will not write any more but here goes
As Sherlock woke up, he felt an unfamiliar droopiness in his eyelids like all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. He also found out as he was brought further into the realms of consciousness that he had a blocked nose and so was forced to breathe through his mouth and he could feel the start of a headache forming at the back of his head. As Sherlock went to get up, he found there was nothing more he wanted to do than to stay in bed, the flat was silent so he deduced that John had already left for work but not disturbed Sherlock as he was glad that, for once, Sherlock was actually sleeping.
As Sherlock was accepting the realisation that he was sick, probably just the common cold, he cursed his transport for betraying him. He suddenly had the urge for a nice warm cup of tea to ease his sore throat and so decided that there was no other option but to ignore his aching muscles and go make one.
When he finally sat down in his armchair with the mug of tea it seemed like all his energy had been used up with that simple task, he drank his tea and it wasn't long before he fell asleep where he was, dropping his teacup to the ground on the process.
And that is how John found Sherlock when he came home from work 4 hours later at 2:30pm, he could see the dark circles under his eyes and the sweat matting his hair to his forehead, he didn't have to be Sherlock to figure out he was sick but he would have to wait until the sleeping detective woke up to find out how sick, he went to his bedroom and fetched a blanket and draped it over Sherlock. Then, John decided to sit on his armchair and read a book so he could keep an eye on Sherlock and see when he woke up.
At around 4 O'clock, the world's only consulting detective blearily opened his eyes to find John looking across at him with a recently discarded book by his side. "How are you feeling, Sherlock?" Sherlock seemed to contemplate his answer then replied "M'fine I fink I have a cold s'all" John could see that Sherlock had more than a simple cold, he would never let the sniffles get in the way of him racing around London and he had a fever, quite a high one if his glassy eyes were anything to go by. "Sherlock, this is more than a cold, you must know that cold don't normally have a fever, which you definitely have, now I'm going to run to the bathroom and get a thermometer and you are going to sit there and for once in your life stay still. Do you want me to put the kettle on as well?" Sherlock looked annoyed but reluctantly nodded his head, as he realised how much he wanted a drink.
John did as he said and put the kettle on before going into the bathroom briefly and coming out with a digital thermometer. On his way back to the living room he made two mugs of tea and took them over to where Sherlock was sitting before shoving the thermometer in Sherlock's mouth before he had time to protest "No talking and you can have your tea afterwards." Again Sherlock nodded reluctantly but not before sending a scowl in John's direction. What seemed like an eternity later for Sherlock, the thermometer beeped and John took it whilst handing Sherlock his tea, as he looked at the reading, Sherlock could see his eyes widen with worry "40 degrees! Bloody hell Sherlock, how did you manage to get out of bed and make yourself a cup of tea earlier? I don't know how you thought this was a common cold Sherlock, I'm pretty sure you have the flu! Back to bed with you now!" Sherlock did not appreciate the shouting with his now fully fledged headache. "Fine but only if you keep your voice down it's not helping my headache." John looked apologetic at this and mumbled a "sorry" as Sherlock started to get up he didn't get far though before light-headedness started to take control his world went black as he fainted back onto the chair.