Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes. That's all Sir Arthur Con Doyle.
Warnings: Features girl!Watson and mentions of being sick.
Joan felt her stomach twist and she hauled herself up to lean over the toilet again as acid burned her ragged throat and her guts pushed themselves up.
Once it was over, she gagged and dry heaved as she clutched the toilet bowl.
She breathed through her mouth shallowly as she flushed and lay herself back down on the large towel. She had left work early, feeling rather poor, and had ended up having to stop in an alley and puke.
She had barely made it home before she had needed to run to the kitchen and relieve her stomach again. From there, it was shallow breathing, slow movements, and slight sips of water as she stripped of her clothing and holed up in the bathroom. The phone sat beside her terrycloth palate and she rubbed at her eyes tiredly and thanked God that no one had called, especially-
Da-da-dadada-da-da-da-da!
Joan groaned audibly and scrubbed at her clammy face. She had thought too soon.
Joan reached for her cell phone and gingerly opened it and held it to her ear.
"Joan! There you are! I'll be there in twenty, meet me at the door?" Sherlock's voice rang loud and clear over the line, and Joan tiredly closed her eyes. She was in no shape to be out running after criminals.
"Er-" Joan fumbled, and dejectedly resigned herself to tell the truth.
"I, actually, I'm at home right now." Joan cleared her throat and winced at the roughness of the action, stung.
"You're sick," Sherlock stated.
"Yes, I took off work and-" Joan stopped and in her haste to get back to the porcelain god, dropped the phone.
She heaved and painfully moaned as she flushed and laid her head against the cool toilet. She forgot all about the phone until her foggy ears picked up on shout emitting from the rejected device.
"-atson! Watson, pick up the phone! Watson? Can you hear me? Are you alright? Pick up, dammit!"
Joan scrambled for the phone and held it back to her ear quickly.
"I'm here!" she cut in.
Surely he had heard her being sick.
"I'm on my way!"
"What? Right."
But he had already hung up.