Sherlolly will be in the next few chapters but not this one, just not yet, but it will come.
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Sherlock opened his eyes reluctantly, he was tightly wrapped in a duvet cocoon and he really didn't want to move. The memories of last night's case still fresh in his mind, an all round ordinary case, nothing especially strange or challenging for Sherlock, although being bitten by a rather large and angry dog wasn't very pleasant. But as usual Sherlock ignored it and had planned on calling John in the morning, although now that morning had come he realized that it maybe wasn't such as good idea. He made an attempt to move but as soon as he did a soul destroying headache hit him like a ton of bricks, the only thing he could compare it to was when he was in rehab. After a few minutes of deciding what to do he figured that the best thing to do was get up and call John, he did after all need the dog bite fixing properly.
Sherlock pulled himself from his bed, taking the sheet with him, and limped to the kitchen. He put the kettle on and made some coffee, then swallowed many different types of pain killers. After deciding that his feet were too cold and needed at least three pairs of socks and that eating anything other than tea and coffee would make him throw up he called John.
The phone rang a few times before John picked up.
"John."
"What is it Sherlock?" John answered in a less than actually caring voice.
"Last night I was bitten by a dog, I need you to properly dress my leg." Sherlock said in a rather tired and ill sounding voice.
"Ok you sound terrible, are you feeling ok?" John asked, now a bit more 'actually caring' in his voice.
"I don't need you 'expert medical opinion' I just need you to fix up my leg." Sherlock grumbled down the phone and pulled his none bitten leg up to his chest.
"Your charmingness never ceases to amaze me, Sherlock." John sighed into the phone.
"Charmingness isn't a word John, stop making up words and get to 221b." Sherlock almost ordered down the phone and then hung up before John could protest.
After ten minutes John appeared in the door way and Sherlock looked up, John looked at him. His face even paler than normal, huge bags hung under his eyes and his eyes themselves were swore looking and blood shot.
"I take back what I said before, I do need your expert medical opinion." Sherlock sighed in a hopeless voice as John walked over.
"Have you eaten anything?" John asked, Sherlock clearly wasn't in the mode for chit chat.
"No." Sherlock said. "Didn't stop me throwing up whatever was in my stomach though." He complained.
John sighed, he didn't really know what to say, Sherlock always said he didn't like it when John treated him like a patient. But now did thought he needed to too.
"Well I better see your leg, please tell me you're wearing something under the bed sheet." John said from his chair.
"Stop fussing, of course I'm wearing pyjamas." Sherlock sighed and began staring onto space.
"I wasn't fussing." John argued and moved the sheet on Sherlock's leg, he rolled up his trouser leg and looked at the bite wound.
"Sherlock?" John questioned. "When exactly did you get bitten?"
"Last night I told you, why wants wrong?"Sherlock asked the good doctor and looked down at his leg. In place of the deep teeth marks were newly healed scars that still bared the pink slightly clear skin of a fresh scar.
"That's not possible, is that possible, no it isn't, is it?" Sherlock thought out loud as John just looked at the scar in curiosity and slight shock.
"Not over night Sherlock, this really isn't possible." John said, his voice concerned and worried.
"Well it obviously is possible." Sherlock scoffed.
"Sherlock I spent 5 years in medical school, I think I know what I'm talking about." John sighed and stood up. "You have a temperature Sherlock, and I need a second opinion, I think we need to go see Molly." John told Sherlock who just huffed like a child.
"She'll only worry." Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"She's a pathologist, she might now something I don't." John argued in a no nonsense sort of a way.
"Whatever you say doctor." Sherlock sighed and made an attempt to stand up. But when he did he was hit by a sudden spike of pain that ran up his leg, he collapsed back into his chair and pulled his hands over his face as his temperature rocketed.
"Sherlock." John said in a warning tone.
"I haven't taken drugs John." Sherlock defended and looked up from a now rather red face.
"Fine, but I still want to go to Bart's." John said. "Go get dressed."
Sherlock limped into Molly's lab with the aid of John, his head was spinning and all he could think about were all the things that could be wrong with him. He still had a high temperature and wanted to throw up almost all the time.
"Oh hi John! Sherlock!" Molly said in an upbeat voice as she rounded the corner with a tray of human organs.
"Oh Sherlock you look terrible." She exclaimed and put the tray on the side, she rushed over to see if Sherlock was ok.
"Can I... sit down?" Sherlock asked throw a painful breath and Molly nodded, he walked painfully over to a chair and slumped into it, resting his head on the table almost immediately.
"Molly." John said and looked to the door. "Can I speak with you, outside?" He asked.
"Sure." Molly replied and followed John out the door.
"What is it John?" Molly asked, slightly concerned.
"I just need a second opinion on something." John sighed.
"Well, go on." Molly prompted.
"Well, Sherlock was bitten by a dog last night when he was on a case, he called me this morning and asked if I would properly dress the bite, but when I arrived at the flat he was in a really bad way, high temperature, migraine, and he said that his head was spinning. Then when I looked down at his leg the bite was almost completely healed, I don't know if that's possible." John sighed but when he looked at Molly she had gone completely white.
"I need to talk to Sherlock, alone." Molly said and rushed back into the lab were Sherlock said.
"Sherlock," Molly said as she ran over to site next to him. "Tell me what happened last night!" She said frantically.
"I was bitten by a big dog Molly, I don't really see how that's important." Sherlock sighed, his head still on the table.
"Believe me Sherlock, it really is important. Please just tell me what happened." She almost pleaded.
"I don't know Molly, it was big, bigger than a normal dog, maybe a German Sheppard, I didn't really get a good look." Sherlock sighed and pulled his head up from the table.
"Did you see its eyes?" Molly asked, calmer now.
"I think so, they might have been... yellow... what sort of a dog has yellow eyes?" Sherlock asked, his normal tone back for a short time as his brain kicked into action.
"Sherlock, I don't think it was a dog that attacked you last night." Molly sighed.
"If you say werewolf I will walk right out of here." Sherlock said in a determined voice.
"At least let me do a test." Molly said, a sudden motherly tone in her voice.
"And what's that then, seeing if silver burns my skin, if I can look at the sign of the cross?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.
"No, it's a blood and chromosome test." Molly said to Sherlock.
"How could you possible know that?" Sherlock asked.
Molly didn't have to say anything to Sherlock to explain to him why she knew, she needed to show him. She unbuttoned her floral shirt to revel a large and rather unnerving scar running along her stomach.
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