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Chapter 2 – I Could Say Day, and You'd Say Night
"Sleep is immaterial. I have much more important things to do, sleep would just get in the way."
"No!"
Sherlock turned to John slowly. "I'm sorry?"
John sighed. "You need to rest! Last week I found you passed out in the middle of the living room because you were too fixated on a case."
There was a pause, as the detective surveyed the doctor's irritated expression.
"You… care… about me," he mused, with an infuriating hint of amusement in his voice. "At first I thought it was merely your medical background dictating your emotions, now I see it's something… else."
"No… shit," John said slowly, trying to keep his anger in check. "You are deliberately contradicting me, all for some stupid case-"
"It's not stupid!"
"I'm scared! Sherlock… I'm… scared. I'm scared that you're going to end up killing yourself because you don't know how to look after yourself. Or because you've gone off without me and done something stupid. It's not just the sleep, it's… everything! I don't want to lose you." He took a deep, controlled breath, and met the ice blue eyes.
Sherlock said nothing, frozen in place. The silence was even more vexing than his arrogance.
"You know what? Do what you want." John snapped, turning away. "After all, what do I know? I'm just your boyfriend."