IN PAIN

Something was not right. Sherlock felt it. His throat was dry and aching. It wasn't because he hadn't been eating for 4 days. No. It wasn't that. He got up his bed and looked in the mirror. He was slightly pale. John was gonna mention it. John was a doctor after all. Sherlock picked up his blue dressing gown and headed to kitchen.

When he got there he could see John sitting on his comfy chair reading the latest news with a cup of tea in his one hand. Sherlock noticed (to his surprise) that it was blueberry tea. John drank blueberry tea only when he was feeling really happy. John turned his head.

'Oh, Morning!' he greeted Sherlock with an unusual smile. It was a happy smile, that was sure. But it was a smile with no particular meaning.

'There's some left-over tea in the tea pot. You can have it.'

'Hmm,' Sherlock hummed and poured himself some. It was still hot. Perhaps it could ease his aching throat.

Sherlock walked to his computer and placed the tea cup on the desk.

'Slept well?' John asked. Sherlock knew that John was looking at him but didn't make the effort to turn his head. Secondly he didn't wan't John to see him as pale as he was.

'Yes, yes,' Sherlock muttered.

'Any new cases?'

'Noup.'

'Oh good.'

Sherlock turned his head with his eye brows furrowed.

'Good?'

John put down his papers.

'Yeah good. Because you just got one this morning.'

'From whom?'

'Lestrade. He called me and asked to tell you that he had one.'

'A murder?'

'Well of course. He knows what you like.'

Sherlock smirked. He closed his laptop and drank the rest of the tea at one gulp. He jumped out of his chair and grabbed his famous coat.

'Let's go, John!'

John looked at Sherlock with a surprised look.

'Wait! It doesn't mean we have to go there right now!'

'The earlier the better. Coming?'

John looked at the detective who was white as a sheet.

'Sherlock, you look really... pale. You sure you're alright?'

'John, I'm quite sure I-' Sherlock stopped as he felt a strong kick in his stomach. He moaned quietly. John looked at him with a questioning face.

'You okay?' he asked again.

'No,' that's all Sherlock got to say before rushing to the bathroom.

As he got there he couldn't hold it in anymore. He knelt down to face the toilet and just let it all out. His throat felt sore and he was gasping for air. Then he heard footsteps approaching.

'Sherlock?'

Of course it was John . As if this wasn't embarrassing enough.

'Sherlock? You alright in there?'

John tried to open the door but Sherlock had already locked it.

'Let me in!'

Sherlock breathed deep a few times and then tried to convince John:

'M' fine!'

Sherlock's heart was pounding from all the embarrassment.

'I heard you vomiting, Sherlock. Let me in!'

The detective was still gasping for air and was starting to feel light headed. He wiped his mouth and reached for the lock. His arms were limp and heavy. His whole body was.

The lock was open. John listened carefully if he could hear Sherlock. But it was silent.

'Okay Sherlock, I'm coming in!'

John opened the door and saw Sherlock lying against the bathroom wall looking paler than ever and breathing heavily. He could also smell the vomit and see some of it on the towel next to the detective.

'Shit!'

John moved quick next to his friend. Sherlock's eyes were open but they weren't focusing on anything. John's heart skipped a beat. He snapped his fingers in front of Sherlock's eyes.

'Sherlock, can you hear me?'

-Iiris-

That's about all I have for you today :D Sorry to keep you hanging but it's 4:20 am. I've been writing for like 4 hours straight! This is crazy and I'm dead! x.x

I can try writing something tomorrow but I won't promise anything cause I'll be pretty busy. But yeah, let me know what you thought. It would mean a lot to me :)