Sherlock didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the sounds of John- his John, whimpering, tossing and turning in the other room.
Slowly, he got up, and made his way to Johns room. Trying to make as little noise as possible, he gently opened the door, slipped through, and shut it quietly behind him.
"Sherlock." John mumbled quietly in his sleep. His face formed a frown as he repeated Sherlocks name, louder each time, until it was practically a yell.
Sherlock knelt beside the bed running his hands through Johns hair murmuring words of comfort into Johns ear.
When John finally calmed down, Sherlock made his way to get up, leave and return to his current case.
John grabbed Sherlocks pants. "No." He said into the pillow. "Stay."
Sherlock climed into bed next to John, spooning him. He buried his nose into Johns hair, inhaling his strawberry scented shampoo. He heard John sigh contently. He smiled into Johns neck happy, knowing his boyfriend was going to be okay