A/N: Part 2! I found this very difficult for some reason, I hope it's enjoyable! I'd really appreciate any constructive criticism or suggestions anybody might have :) If you guys are interested I can write more!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize from BBC or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle or anybody like that
John grimaced as he chewed his toast and jam. His tooth ached, but he wanted to avoid another humiliating visit to Dr. Millar. Sherlock watched him, frowning slightly as he drank his tea.
"You've got a toothache. You don't want to get it checked because you're a horrible patient and dislike the dentist."
"How do you know I'm a bad patient?"
"Two reasons. One, doctors are bad patients. It's a rule of nature. Two, Dr. Millar mentioned something about it when I had my dental work done last month."
John turned red, muttering about how certain consulting detectives were just as bad as any doctor, but just shook his head. He pulled out his mobile, punching in the number angrily. If Sherlock weren't watching him with a demanding eye, he wouldn't have called, but he couldn't be a hypocrite.
Sherlock stood up and put John's plate in the fridge. Next he put a lid on the jam and put it into the fridge too. John disliked the dentist and obviously was in a bad mood. Sherlock noticed the lack of milk and decided he would get some after John got his tooth fixed. The doctor stalked to the bathroom, leaving Sherlock to clean up the kitchen. He thought it would be good to make things easier for John. After John came down, he looked around. Sherlock stood at the sink washing out a cup. The table was bare and everything seemed to be in place.
"Did I do well John?" Sherlock asked hopefully.
"Very well," John answered with a small smile.
"Well then, I suppose we should go."
"We?"
"Obviously. It would not be wise to send you out alone in this state. You look ill and the effects of the gases and other devices might cause that to worsen."
John shrugged and put his shoes on. The two men walked out of the flat, Sherlock glancing at John to be sure he could make it down the steps without falling.
At the office, the receptionist greeted both gentlemen with a smile. John's paperwork was up to date, and the blonde assistant soon came to retrieve the patient. Sherlock watched John struggle to stand and made a decision. Quickly, he rose from the chair and supported his friend. John seemed rather embarrassed, but Sherlock knew falling over would simply embarrass him more. Lowering himself into the chair, John turned even paler. Dr. Millar entered the room.
"Hello John, what seems to be the matter?"
"My mouth hurts right here."
John pointed to a section of his mouth. Sherlock watched in shock as strong Dr. Watson internally dissolved into panic. Lowering the chair, Dr. Millar requested John open his mouth. John glared wide eyed at the dentist, something seeming to snap in his mind. Sherlock noticed the subtle change and pinned one of his friend's shaky arms to his chair gently but firmly.
"Listen John, do what he says," Sherlock admonished softly in an unusually calm tone.
John opened his mouth nervously and Dr. Millar checked for the cause of the pain.
"Well, you seem to have a crack in your tooth here on the upper left. Simple fix, nothing to worry about. Movie?"
John just shook his head worriedly.
"John, did you want the music on your mobile?" Sherlock inquired, still with that odd, comforting tone of voice.
John nodded, hoping nobody could see his shallow breaths. Before his panic could become violent, his flat mate awkwardly shifted so he could reach across and pin the other arm. The unusual feeling of the detective's long fingers touching him strangely comforted the terrified doctor and he sat completely still until the gas mask was in place and he relaxed. Sherlock slowly rose and left the room when he could tell John would be alright.
When the procedure ended, John rose from the chair and wobbled out to the waiting room where his curly haired companion lounged on a chair nearly sleeping.
"Well, I believe that your appointment went rather well compared to last time," Sherlock deduced.
"That's the truth, now I want a milkshake."