"John, please stop blogging and go to bed..." John didn't look up at Sherlock but kept typing. It was getting on for 2am.
"John...?" For once the detective was beginning to get slightly worried. His blogger was normally the one moaning at him, and the change was rather weird. His eyes scanned over John's body.

Red puffy eyes – obvious signs of tiredness.

Coffee mug had three different stains where it had been drunk from – refilled twice without being rinsed.

Typing speed was 37 words per minute – about half of John's normal average.

John's fingers hit the keys harder than normal – definite sign of drowsiness and sluggishness

4 ... no, 5 mistakes – carelessness, not seen in John before

"John" Sherlock shouted causing the half asleep John to wake from his state, startled. For the first time he looked up at his flatmate.
"What the... Sherlock? What are you doing up at this time?" Sherlock stared down at John. "No, no, no Sherlock! Don't do the look on me now!" The detective's eyes narrowed.
"John, you've been up blogging... You haven't slept for two nights. I can cope but I don't think your body can..."
"Sherlock... you're not concerned about me all of a sudden are you?" John smirked a little. Sherlock just sighed and walked off.
"Stop blogging and go to bed."


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Chez x