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Mycroft sat alone in his office, Anthea had dropped off a cup of tea for him a few moments earlier. He had simply given her a nod and she had disappeared. He sighed as he felt the muscles in his neck tensing up, even more so than they usually did. Sherlock was quite infuriating at the moment, Mycroft knew logically that Sherlock's logic and much more importantly his deductive skills were severely compromised at the moment, however Mycroft had hoped that Sherlock would have been able to ascertain the tone of worry that Mycroft had when speaking to him. It was no matter now. Mycroft briefly thought about calling Anthea back in the room and asking for the top priority files that he knew he should be working on. He quickly dismissed this thought as he felt his neck muscles tighten again, there was a tightness around the base of his neck that was currently working its way up to his forehead. Normally Mycroft was able to work through his tension headaches, however just this once he decided to follow Anthea's not so subtle hints, and take the next hour or two to simply relax. Glad that he could trust that Sherlock was in the capable hands of Dr. Sangushi and John, he took a sip of the steaming tea in front of him, and closed his eyes, pondering just how vulnerable sentiment made him.
John sat watch over Sherlock for the next few hours. John found himself nodding off at various times but kept jerking back awake. After all it was John's fault that Sherlock had gotten this ill. He was a doctor for god's sake, and yet he hadn't even realized that his own flat mate was ill. John supposed that even if he had noticed, he wouldn't have been able to get Sherlock to rest. Mycroft had mentioned to John earlier that Sherlock had always been extremely stubborn when it came to his health. John was pondering this when the door creaked open and Dr. Sangushi entered the room.
"Any change?" She asked quietly moving past John to examine Sherlock's current EEG readings.
"He hasn't moved, in an hour or two. He seemed a little restless when I first came in.." John paused momentarily to glance down at his watch. "five hours ago?!"
Dr. Sangushi, chuckled softly at John's tone of surprise. "About five yes, and judging how you look, I'm guessing you haven't slept at all, you're looking a bit worn out.
John nodded sheepishly, much like he used to do when he had gotten in trouble in primary school. "I nodded off a few times earlier, but I woke up after a few moments, didn't want miss anything if he woke up."
Dr. Sangushi laughed to herself. "With all the medication in his i.v, I doubt much could wake him right now."
John nodded absent mindedly, sitting alone he hadn't realized how tired he truly was, but trying to keep up with Dr. Sangushi's conversation was proving a difficult challenged for John's sleep deprived mind.
"You know I'm sure that you could find a room somewhere to nap for a few hours, if you want that is. Sherlock's EEG shows that he is still in significant pain, and I'll be keeping him sedated for four more hours at least."
She turned towards John as she finished with Sherlock's EEG results. He looked like he was about to protest, but she interjected before he had the chance.
"No arguments doctor Watson, we've got plenty of people who can monitor Sherlock's condition while you get a bit of rest. I've slept for a few hours already, I do promise that I'll come and inform you myself if there is any change in his condition."
Sensing that no matter what he said, he would still find himself on the losing side of the argument John simply nodded and moved towards the door and out into the hallway. The first thing he noticed was how much brighter the hallway seemed, after being in the darkness of Sherlock's room for so long. The second thing he noticed was that most unsurprisingly Anthea was walking towards him, with what looked like a pair of his pajamas. After so many months of dealing with Mycroft and his apparent omniscience John and learned to stop asking and simply accept anything Mycroft did.
"Doctor Watson, if you'll follow me this way there is a room set up for you just around the corner."
John followed her around the corner until she stopped at a door halfway down the hall. Wordlessly she handed John the pajamas she held in her hand, and opened the door. John walked in and set his pajamas down on the end of the bed and turned back towards the door, where Anthea was still standing.
"The bathroom is through that door." Anthea said pointing to a door John hadn't even noticed.
"You'll find it has already been stocked with everything you should require. However should you need anything not found in the room, most anyone you can find should be able to locate it for you. Goodnight doctor Watson."
With that she was gone again, shutting the door behind her as she left. John turned back towards the, in his opinion enormous, bed and grabbed his pajamas before heading into the bathroom to change. He emerged several minutes later in awe of everything he had found in the bathroom. Finally trusting that Sherlock would indeed be fine without him for an hour or two, John pulled back the covers of the bed, turned off the lights, and finally allowed himself to rest.