He didn't know what was real and what was just a hallucination. It all blurred together as he drifted in and out of consciousness. It was almost drowned out by the unsteady thumping in his chest.
"Oh my god get Lestrade!"
"Don't sleep."
Black
"Oh thank god, Sherlock stay with me."
"Sherlock I know it's hard but don't sleep."
He seemed to be moving. He looked around overwhelmed by the amount of people surrounding him.
"No John."
He spoke but he didn't know why. He needed John, but no he couldn't know.
"Sir please."
"I need to go with him."
The pain in Lestrade's voice hurt something deep inside of him, just knowing he caused that hurt.
"Only relatives or partners sir."
"He's my uh nephew please let me come."
Then he felt it. He saw the dark spots around the corner of his eyes.
"No."
He tried to sit up in order to stay awake but was pushed back until he fell asleep.
He awoke to the deafening sound of the heart monitor. Beeping beeping. It took him a while before he could open his eyes but when he did he saw Lestrade with the other two in the doorway.
"John?"
Lestrade shook his head.
"You said no John and against all of my instincts I followed your wishes."
Sherlock looked up at Lestrade as if he had all the answers.
"What is wrong with me?"
Lestrade could have sworn he saw a tear in his eye. Donovan looked unimpressed.
"Oh come on sir! He must be playing you!"
Sherlock shook his head then slammed his head back.
"He's right leave."
They were all confused.
"No. He did this before when you said he was faking."
Lestrade looked at them both disapprovingly.
"Now please."
At that point the doctor took Lestrade by himself and told him something that clearly couldn't be anything less than traumatic for the poor D.I.
"Who is going to tell him?"
"I would assume he would rather hear it from the doctor. I don't want him to associate me with the bad news. Sorry just I don't know."
"None taken."
They waked back in the room.
"Do you want them to stay or go?"
Sherlock shrugged and Lestrade decided it was best for them to just go..
"Ok, so you have a bad case of the flu which was left untreated for too long. It is causing symptoms of nausea, fatigue, dizziness, chest and muscle pain. Yes?"
Sherlock nodded.
Neither of them had any idea what the doctor was saying. Seeing as the diagnoses was given they let the others come back in.
"It can't be treated at the moment, but it isn't life threatening, you will just feel these symptoms most of the time. Have you tried normal medicines?"
Sherlock nodded.
"Did they work?"
Sherlock shook his head and felt a wave of sick and bile rise in his throat.
"Bucket buCKET!"
He waved at the bucket in the corner desperately but they weren't quick enough and Sherlock retched all over himself and lay back down in embarrassment. He could hear the giggle of Anderson.
"I know he is a freak but now is not the time. He is in a really bad way and just stop."
"The freak is not dying so what is your problem?"
"Actually, I meant that it isn't fatal right now, but left untreated it may be as it could develop into hypothermia or something like that."
That felt like a slap in the face.
She nodded, things like this just prove that the freak is actually a real human with real raw emotions.
"When will I be able to leave?"
"In one hour."
Sherlock wanted to avoid John so he knew he had to avoid his lunch break. Then he remembered his black eye. That is good enough proof to be in a hospital.
The hour passed slowly everyone in the room feeling awkward and uneasy. But when it was up Sherlock was eager to go. But he didn't run into John. He was somewhat disappointed because he wanted to just tell John everything and get help but he didn't run into him so that settled that argument. Lestrade drove him home and he crashed on the couch wondering how he would deal with this without anyone finding out. No one else could know. Least of all John.
AUTHORS NOTE:
So obviously that was a made up illness, yeah that was all I needed to say. Reviews are definitely appreciated. Even "constructive" criticism. Haha yeah. Anyway bye for now!