"You need to go see a doctor." I said, trying to sound as stern as I could manage. Which, looking back, probably wasn't very at all. Sherlock had been looking extremely pitiful, curled up in bed with a pillow over his face. "No." I heard his muffled reply, followed by a coughing fit. I tore the pillow from in front of his face, which, in return, earned a sour look from my stu- darling boyfriend. I lightly laid the back of my hand to his forehead. "You're burning up! Sherlock, you need to let me take you to the doctor!" I exclaimed, jerking my hand from his forehead. "No. John is my doctor and he is not here. Therefore, I will wait until he returns." I groaned, John was away visiting Mary's family in America. He wasn't scheduled to return for another week. "We will call a different doctor. Sherlock, you need to go. Your brain will start melting, if not." I tried reasoning with childish antics, which seemed fitting. His behavior currently was, indeed, childish. Sherlock looked at me, bewildered. "No, Jess, John is my doctor." He tried, his voice hoarse, as if that explained everything and I was just being dense.
I stopped and rolled my eyes. "Yes, and I'm your lawyer, I suppose." I answered, sarcastically. Sherlock nodded at me slowly. "Yes. You are." He said, yawning and pulling his sheet up to his chin again. I cocked my head to the left and raised an eyebrows, realizing something. "Mmm, and Mrs. Hudson?" I asked. "Landlady." Sherlock mumbled, closing his eyes. "Lestrade? What is he to you?" I asked, sitting on the edge of his bed. "My detective inspector. Obviously." I heard the irritated response.
"Molly?"
"My pathologist."
"Mycroft?"
"My government."
"Angelo?"
"My cook."
I stopped and stared at him, trying to hold in my laugh. So, he categorized the people he knew by profession?
"Mary?"
"My- Well, my John's fiancée."
I giggled at that. Sherlock pursed his lips together and rolled over onto his side. So, we were his. We weren't pathologists, doctors, or lawyers to other people. We were his doctor, pathologist and lawyer. If he honestly thought like that, no wonder he got so upset when work called us away! We were loaning ourselves out to other people. I couldn't be offended, he didnt think that way in a mean fashion and I knew it. More like... More like how a young child thinks his teacher will always be HIS TEACHER, but then he moves up to second grade and gets completely confused. I smiled softly at the curly-headed man lying next to me, snoring lightly. I got up and tucked the blankets around him, heading out the door to call his doctor.