Sherlock had gotten back from his classes a couple of hours ago. He was allowed to keep his lab equipment in his room, so he decided to stay in and study instead of going to the school's lab. He liked a quieter environment.
He looked through his microscope at the blood sample in which he had taken from himself. He wanted to see what would happen when you mix certain liquids with it. He recorded everything he could find in his notebook.
After a little while, Sherlock heard a key in his door. He looked behind him and John was staggering in, Sherlock could see immediately that he wasn't feeling well.
"John, you're back early."
He put one hand on his stomach and the other on his mouth.
"I'm just not feeling well."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, I'm not. I came straight back from my class. I think I have a stomach virus."
John slowly walked over to his bed and lay on his back. Sherlock got up and looked at him; he looked very pale and looked as if he would throw up any minute.
"You look terrible."
"Gee Sherlock, thanks so much for pointing that out."
Sherlock simply shrugged and went back to his work, virtually ignoring John.
He did a pretty good job of ignoring him until John's groans and complaints got the best of him.
"Why don't you just go to sleep?"
"I've been trying for the past hour."
Sherlock pondered for a moment, then got up and walked into the bathroom. He resurfaced a few seconds later with a small garbage pail with a plastic bag tied around the rim.
"Here, you can throw up in this."
John gratefully accepted the offer and proceeded to throw up right in front of Sherlock a few moments after he placed the pail on the floor. Sherlock made a disgusted face and walked to his lab table.
He rummaged through a few of his beakers and walked over to John with a small test tube.
"Here, try drinking this."
John stared at him for a moment and then looked at the test tube.
"What on earth is that?"
"It's something that I mixed together a little while ago. I've been meaning to test it out. Would you mind?"
"Sherlock, I don't want to be one of your experiments when I'm sick!"
"Just this once? Please?"
John glared at him, but after a few more minutes of arguing, John downed the strange liquid just to shut him up.
Sherlock waited for a response from John, who seemed grossed out by the taste. For a little while, nothing happened. Sherlock was disappointed and started to head back for his table, when John spoke up.
"Sherlock, my stomach doesn't feel right."
"What's going on?"
John leaned up very fast and clutched his stomach in pain.
"Argh! My stomach feels like it's on fire!" He leaned over the bed and threw up more, causing Sherlock to frantically run into the bathroom. He runs out a few seconds later with Advil and gives some to John.
"Here, take this. I think it's supposed to help."
John takes the recommended dosage and screams in pain a few seconds later.
"That just made it worse! My stomach is burning!"
Sherlock is panicking; he throws the Advil back into the bathroom and runs around the room looking for anything he can.
There is a small knock on the door and Sherlock can hear Greg's voice on the other side.
"Is everything alright in there? Someone called me and said they heard screaming."
Sherlock goes up to the door and opens in just enough to stick his head out.
"Everything is great, Greg. John just isn't feeling well."
"You didn't do anything to him, did you?" He says with a laugh.
"Not at all. Carry on, Greg."
Before he can answer, Sherlock shuts the door in his face. He runs back up to John, who is still clutching his stomach.
"John, you're the one in pre-med! What do I do?"
"Just shut up and leave me alone! If you ever give me anymore special drinks to try, I'm going to break the glass over your head!"
Sherlock rolls his eyes and leaves John to his suffering. After a while, John's stomachache goes down and John eventually falls asleep.
Being as it was only 7:00pm, Sherlock figured that john wouldn't sleep through the night. He decided to go to the cafeteria to bring dinner up to make him feel better.
What Sherlock didn't know was that a person normally cannot hold food down during a stomach virus. In fact, the mere thought of food can induce more vomiting.
He came back up with a burger and a side of chips. When he walked in the door, John was coming out of the bathroom. Sherlock opened the container with the food and showed it to John.
"I got you dinner if you want it."
John took one look at it and turned away, but the smell of the food made its way to him and he threw up into the pail.
Sherlock put the food down on the desk and waved his hands in surrender.
"You know what? It's the thought that counts!"