"Holmes, are you well?" Watson asked concernedly.
"Quite well, my dear Watson," Holmes replied, keeping his gaze away from Watson.
Watson strode over to Holmes, and faced him. Holmes reluctantly lifted his eyes to look at Watson, and at once Watson was struck by how pale his friend looked.
"Holmes, you are sick! Why did you not tell me?" he cried.
"You have been busy of late, Watson. I didn't want to trouble you."
"It is no trouble at all, Holmes," Watson said softly, pressing his hand to Holmes's forehead. "You know it is my greatest delight to assist you."
