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Illness
Sherlock glared at the man laying on HIS sofa, covered in HIS blanket and receiving attention from HIS John. It was a travesty of the highest order.
"ACHOO! Jaawwwn! Sherlock's glaring at me again!"
"Sherlock! Jim is ill, if you can't show some consideration then leave!" John scolded as he brought a bowl of soup into the room on a tray.
Sherlock said nothing and only glared harder as John sat next to Jim and began to spoon feed the criminal the soup, never noticing the smug looks Jim was sending him over the doctor's shoulder.
Sherlock's only consolation in this whole mess was that Mycroft was even more vexed with it than he was.
Then John blew on the spoon to cool it before placing it at his boyfriends lips and Sherlock couldn't take it anymore. With a huff the Consulting Detective grabbed his coat and stalked from the Flat, determined to not return until the Consulting Criminal was healthy again.
