Author's Note: 55/60
Pairing: Greg Lestrade x Sherlock Holmes (platonic but could be preslash as well…)
Warnings: Extremely OOC.
Featherlight
Greg Lestrade stared at Sherlock as he rambled on and on about why he shouldn't take the fever medicine Greg was giving him.
John had frantically called Greg when he had to leave for his shift at the hospital, asking him to come over and look over Sherlock who had a fever of 39.8 and was slightly hallucinating.
"… and that is why I should not take any fever medicine." Sherlock finished and Greg sighed.
"Fine, but you'll eat the whole plate of this soup, or else I am making you take it." Sherlock scowled, but grudgingly agreed.
As Sherlock struggled to eat his soup, Greg went to bring him a glass of water, sneaking a dissolvable pill in it, knowing that in his state Sherlock would not notice anything weird.
After a few minutes, Sherlock was done with his soup and had drunk his water, and then he yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep immediately.
'Mission successful' Greg thought as he bend down to pick up Sherlock. 'He is way too light.' Greg thought before he smirked. 'Well, I know now that I can bribe him into eating.'
While Sherlock slept upstairs on his bed, Greg stood watching over him, vowing to himself that he would help his friend gain weight with any tools he had in his possession.
Sherlock was too important to him to let him be unhealthy, even if it was his choice.