Okay, everyone next part! I am hoping that you guys will enjoy this chapter as well. Anthea is a hard character to write but I did try my best to keep her in character. As always I own nothing, and happy reading!

When Sherlock awoke the next time, the first thing he noticed was that mercifully his headache was significantly dulled down, although whether that was due to the I.V in his arm, or the fact that the migraine was working itself to an end was yet to be determined. Sherlock pushed himself into a sitting position on the bed and looked over to the end of the bed where John had been sitting earlier. However it wasn't John who currently sitting at the end of his bed, curiously enough Sherlock found himself staring at Anthea. She however was not staring back at him, she seemed immersed in typing out what sounded like a novel on her phone. Sherlock cleared his throat to get her attention, but she simply held up her finger, signaling him to wait.

"Both your brother and Dr. Sangushi have been informed that you are awake. I imagine that Dr. Sangushi will be in momentarily to check on your status. Your brother has requested that in the absence of both himself and Dr. Watson I remain here to oversee your condition, and before you ask both your brother and Dr. Watson are still in the vicinity, but both find themselves incapacitated at the moment."

She paused briefly to look up at him.

"Any more questions Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock muttered something about spending too much time with Mycroft under his breath, but said nothing in response. Anthea smiled back at him before returning to her mobile. Right on cue it seemed the door opened gently and Dr. Sangushi entered the room.

"Feeling better then, are we Sherlock? You woke up earlier than I would have thought, I only began to lighten your sedation half an hour ago."

Sherlock said nothing but gave a curt nod. He then allowed himself to be poked and prodded and Dr. Sangushi conducted her examination. Although rather annoyed by having her light flashed in his eyes, Sherlock relished in the fact that it was no longer causing him stabbing pain. When she had finished examining him, she turned to look at the screens currently showing his vitals. Sherlock closed his eyes at that point, it was unlikely she would need him for anything else, and he still felt so tired for some reason. Sherlock was about to dismiss it as the fact that he still had a sedative flowing into his body, however light it was, when he heard Dr. Sangushi turn and talk directly to Anthea.

"You can tell him the migraine is passed its peak, he's moving into the last stage now. Fever has decreased a bit as well, I'm still giving him medication to keep him hydrated, and to decrease any nausea he may be experiencing. I'll check again in a hour or two, but for now it's best to just let him rest."

"Thank you doctor."

Anthea's voice was curt and businesslike, Sherlock noted how she sounded just like Mycroft when he was distracted. Sherlock could hardly blame her, if Mycroft was truly incapacitated, with one of his stress headaches no doubt, England was probably falling to pieces as she typed. He waited until Dr. Sangushi had gone back out into the hallway before he spoke again.

"You can tell Mycroft I don't need a babysitter."

"He told me you'd say that. He also told me to tell you that there's no point in attempting to argue the fact that if neither he nor Dr. Watson are present the job falls to my ever so capable hands."

Sherlock groaned typical Mycroft, always in control and always with a plan. Sensing there was little use in trying to convince her to let him rest in private, Sherlock rolled onto his side trying to find a comfortable position.

Despite the fact that his body was still tired his mind was not. Sherlock found himself thinking about everything he could remember before the migraine, anything that could help him remember why he supposedly had a fever. He remembered a case he had been working on for Lestrade, it had been remarkably simple, something about a robbery gone wrong. Sherlock had almost been bored by it, but then again if the police could solve all the simple cases they wouldn't need Sherlock.

Sighing as he realized that his normally near perfect recall was failing him Sherlock took an inventory of how he felt, hoping that he would find some clues. The pain in his head was dull, simply the remnants of the migraine. Overall his body felt tired and rather achy, it could have been the aftereffects of a seizure, or it could be related his current ailment. Sherlock did note that he could feel the rather unpleasant effects of what he guessed to be a moderate fever. He felt a strong desire to wrap himself in the blankets to contain his warmth and battle the chills he was experiencing, however at the same time he could feel the uncomfortable stick that accompanied trying to sweat out a fever. Dr. Sangushi had mentioned something about him being nauseous although Sherlock was not feeling tremendously nauseated at the moment. Sherlock sighed more than likely he had picked up some sort of stomach bug, he hoped that in however long he had been sedated, he had managed to sleep through most of the symptoms.

As Sherlock's brain continued to recall various facts, Sherlock shifted uncomfortably in the bed. Even though he knew that all he had to do was ask for more sedation, he resisted. After he was through the worst parts of his migraines he often began refusing more medication. After his first overdose, Sherlock had avoided any drugs legal or not. The migraines he'd had after that had been hell, and a constant reminder to Sherlock of how weak he had been. It was his third or fourth migraine after his overdose that Mycroft had finally intervened, bringing him pain medication, attempting to give it to Sherlock and Sherlock had fought him every step of the way. By the time that Sherlock finally gave in, Mycroft had assured him that he had been incapable of forming any coherent phrasing. All Sherlock remembered was the moment when the burning pain had been dulled ever so slightly. The problem with such medication was that had Mycroft not been there by his side for the three days duration Sherlock would have given in to his desires, he would have been weak, but Mycroft had been there hour after hour talking him through his jumbled thoughts, giving him only as much pain medication as was absolutely necessary.

Now with his fever causing him to be restless and anxious Sherlock's fears were surfacing again. When Dr. Sangushi entered the room once again, a syringe in her hand, Sherlock couldn't contain his fears. He refused the sedation vehemently, threatening to pull out his I.V several times in the process. He felt only slight relief as both she and Anthea exited the room, leaving him to suffer in silence and blissfully alone.

Sensing that Sherlock was not falling back asleep, Anthea proceeded to text Dr. Sangushi, requesting that Sherlock be given some more sedative. However when Dr. Sangushi entered the room and attempted to increase Sherlock's sedation he protested. Anthea had seen this reaction once before from Sherlock. The first time he had gotten a migraine after his overdose, she had watched as he blatantly refused the medication Mycroft was attempting to give him. Anthea sighed internally, as much as she didn't want to disturb Mycroft he seemed to be the only one who could deal with Sherlock when he reached this stage. After giving Dr. Sangushi a knowing look, both women exited the room leaving Sherlock alone for the time being. Once they were out in the hall Dr. Sangushi handed Anthea a syringe.

"All he has to do is inject this into the I.V line."

Anthea nodded and syringe in hand went to go and rouse her boss.

"One more thing." Dr. Sangushi called after her. "Wish him luck."