Sorry it took so long to update this. It's taking a while to update all of my stories. This one is thid on the update list but ended up being sixth. Sorry. Hope you still want to read it.
John woke to a horrid whining sound. He looked up and saw that Sherlock was sprawled on his stomach with hisleg and arm hanging off the side of the bed, his hand still loosely clutching John's hand. Sherlock was whimpering in his had barely rested after John found him on the couch that was the best cure at this point.
"John... Water..." Sherlock mumbled, opening his eyes to small slits.
"Alright. i'll be back." John stood up.
"Don't leave." Sherlock pleaded.
"Sherlock, how do you expect me to get some water if I can't leave?" John scolded.
"I don't know. Magic?" He said, grumpily through his pillow which he had pressed his face into.
"I will be within shouting distance, Sher. I'll be right in the kitchen. I want you to shout your level of fear from the point I leave the door. Start at one and if you get terribly scared scream 10 and I'll come back. Alright?" John asked. Sherlock whined into his pillow.
"Ten!" He shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow.
"Sherlock!" John said, exasperated.
"Go!" Sherlock said. John made it to the door and heard a muffled," Two."
"Good. Keep doing that." John said, starting down the hall.
"Two..." Sherlock turned over in the bed," Three... three." His breathing became rushed.
"Good, good. I'm at the sink now." He pulled a cup down and frowned.
"Six...Six, definately six." He gasped.
"I am pouring it now." He turned on the faucet and filled the large cup. when the water stopped Sherlock raised his voice.
"Seven... Eight..." When John made it back to the room, Sherlock was curled under his bed in the fetal position," Nine..." He whimpered. John put a hand out and Sherlock took it, slowly letting himself be guided out of the dark area. John pulled him into a deep hug.
"Three." Sherlock mumbled into John's shoulder.
"Three?" John scoffed.
"Fine... Ten." Sherlock grinned and his fingers curled into fists, clutching the cloth at John's shoulder blades.
"You moron." John laughed and wrapped his fingers in Sherlock's hair. Sherlock ralaxed against him and his fingers uncurled and just rested on John's shoulders.
Thank you to Zarra Rous , itsgotearflaps, WitchRavenFox, Mclennarrson-1964, strifylover13, and Jenni for your wonderful reviews. I tried to update but it took a while to get all my ideas together.