The night was restless, I felt a terrible fever come over me and, try as I might, I could not get to sleep, the thirst and heat were so bad, the back of my throat felt tight and stretched, and, no matter how much water I drank, the thirst remained.
I must have made some great deal of sound in my discomfort because, some time in the small hours of the morning a very frustrated Lestrade came into my room, "Doctor," He sighed, "Whatever is the matter?"
I was just about to answer him when Holmes came in and suddenly I could feel the darkness slipping its icy grip over me, "GET HIM AWAY! GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!" I yelled, "Oh, god, please keep him away!"
"Watson!" Holmes exclaimed, an almost pleading look in his eyes, "What's going on? I don't understand."
"Out!" I cried.
He looked almost hurt, but he turned and left, as I had said.
Lestrade stayed only a moment longer, to see that I was settled, but I could see his discomfort, and he soon left.
Only then did the exhaustion of all my screaming and lack of sleep finally overcome me, and I fell into a deep, dark slumber.