Sherlock- part 2 of "Shakespeare in the Park"
Angry and bitter from his long and cold trip, John walked up to Sherlock's room and dropped the grocery bags in front of the door. As John was about to turn around and leave, Sherlock quickly interrupted him. "Bring them in." he said on the other side of the closed door. John picked the bags up again and walked in.
Sherlock was wrapped up in an orange blanket as he was eagerly observing his laptop's screen. "What's wrong with you? Are you in shock?" John said with a smile on his face as he brought the bags over to him. "It's cold. The cold gets quite annoying you know." Sherlock revealed his hands that were hidden inside the blanket to type something. "Did you get my nicotine patches?" He asked as he finished up his typing and again buried his hands deeply inside his blanket cocoon. "Yes." John said as he opened the bag and took out the box of patches. He gestured to Sherlock to hand it to him. Although Sherlock looked at John as if he were an idiot for asking him to come out of his cocoon and take the box. "I don't need them now, I already have three patches on. " John shook his head and put them on the table next to Sherlock's laptop.
He took the rest of the bags to the kitchen and started unloading them. "Um, so tell me why again you needed three kilos of salt again?" John asked. "The head in the fridge is starting to decompose a little faster and I'm going to need you to rub salt all over it to preserve it." Sherlock said. John stopped and blinked twice. How it is that Sherlock can say such things as if they are natural.
"And what about the rest of the stuff here? Why did you make me buy flowers in the winter? I'm sure they're not for a lady since you're technically married to your work?" John smiled but Sherlock did not. "They're for a certain tea to ensure I do not fall ill this winter. Speaking of which, would you please make up some tea." John felt more like a servant than a fellow colleague now, so to turn things around he picked up the newspaper he bought and slapped it right on top of Sherlock's laptop's keyboard. Sherlock read the headline. He smiled then chuckled. "Death is a fearful thing." He said as he quoted Shakespeare.