I don't own BBC's Sherlock
Chapter 1: Even Geniuses get sick
Angelica blinked, trying to clear the black spots from the edge of her vision. She coughed into her sleeve trying to be as quiet as possible. Concentrating on her lesson was becoming increasingly harder. Shivering slightly she pulled her gray jumper tighter around her small frame and wiped her dripping nose on her sleeve. Interesting. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Her notes gradually became illegible as the lesson went on. Jumping as the bell rang she slowly packed up her bookbag having to stop in the middle to cough multiple times. Her teacher Mr Jones approached her desk.
"Angelica?" She jumped and turned to look at him
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked bending down to her level. Angelica nodded. Mr Jones looked concerned. Angelica was one of his best students and it was odd that she hadn't spoken once during the entire lesson. Straightening up and beckoning for her to follow him Mr Jones approached his desk and wrote out a pass.
"Angelica I want you to go down to Nurse Jackson's office. Even if you won't admit it I don't believe you feel very well." Angelica's eyes widened
"But sir, I'll miss my classes." Mr Jones smiled. "I'm sure you can miss one day of them dear."
-nurses office
Nurse Jackson laid her hand on Angelica's forehead and frowned. Pulling out the thermometer she gestured for Angelica to open her mouth. Once it beeped she pulled it out. "101.3 (38.5 celsius). I'm going to call your father young lady, personally I don't know how you managed to make it this far in the day with that high a temperature." Angelica opened her mouth to argue but closed it as the nurse glared at her. "Now should I call Mr Holmes or Dr Watson?"
"Mr Holmes." Angelica said before breaking out in a cough. John was at the clinic. As far as she knew, Sherlock didn't have a case. The nurse sighed and gently rubbed her back while she coughed. "Alright. Stay here okay love?" Angelica nodded.