I accept prompts if you just ask me and this was the first one I got. It was a one word prompt. - Fever
Whenever John gets sick he turns into a grouch and Sherlock literally has to force him into bed.
"John, I told you already: Get. To. Bed." Sherlock bellowed from his usual chair as he saw the slouched figure edge into the kitchen. John groaned as he opened the fridge.
"Shu- Shut it. I wanted tea." Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood up and walked over to the kitchen. He closed the fridge door, hand firmly placed on it so nobody could open it again. Sherlock glared down at John with a disapproving look.
"Bed, John."
"Shut up, you big git." John sniffled, shuffling towards the cupboard. "I want tea!"
"John, you've got a terrible fever and I don't care to figure out what else. You need bed rest."
"Bugger off." John grumbled. Sherlock sighed as he walked over to John and lifted him up over his shoulder. John tried to protest and his feet hurt numerous times but Sherlock didn't stop walking towards John's bedroom.
Sherlock placed John gently on his bed before he covered John up and shut the curtains. "I'm not sleeping." John protested.
"I know. I thought this would produce a cool atmosphere for your fever. I'll go make you that tea now." John groaned as Sherlock left the room, closing the door behind him.
By the time Sherlock returned John was fast asleep. Right where Sherlock had left him.