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Chapter 5
About half way back to their flat, Sherlock twice nearly fell off the pavement heading into oncoming traffic and once almost hit the street lamp had it not been for John's quick reflexes reeling Sherlock back into a straight path.
"We are definitely visiting St. Bart's as soon as possible. Sherlock's behaviour is dangerous and unsettling. I need answers. Wow! I sound like Sherlock now, demanding everything. Scary thought! He must be rubbing off on me with good and bad traits. I mean, I would like to have some answers; at least it will rest my mind. I am worried. This behaviour is definitely not usual and syncope can be a symptom of several different diagnoses."
Stumbling their way back to the flat was quite an ordeal that left both men exhausted and going up the stairs was an even greater effort. Sherlock obviously didn't look well at all; his colour seemed paler than usual, considering the man-child hardly ate properly, was sprawled out ungracefully on the settee with a thick orange blanket draped over his frail frame. John was worn out from practically dragging Sherlock over a distanced that should not have taken more than ten minutes; instead it had taken them almost half an hour. Finally with both of them seated in the respective places. John dared to ask again, hoping he would find out new information.
"Sherlock, how do you feel? Is your head still throbbing and feeling nauseous?"
"No, I am fine. Do not bother asking, John. I know what you are going to ask, so save yourself the trouble and do not. I will not answer." Sherlock lied, hoping John could not see through it.
"Sherlock. Listen to me. I cannot just toss the matter aside like you can. This is important to me, besides I would not be a good doctor if I did not ask how you are feeling. "
"Your skills as a doctor are outstanding, John. I have faith I am in good hands, but I am not your patient so do not treat me as one. I do not have to say anything at all."
"Alright. I will not mention it for now at least. Seeing as you are currently in a compromised state, would you like to watch a film? It might take your mind off the pain some since you have refused pills. Mary lent me some and I think you might like one or two of them."
"A film would be welcomed distraction. Where's my phone? I need a case from Lestrade. I do not want my brain rotting for a couple of hours watching some useless." Just as Sherlock finished his sentence he swung to his feet and was promptly pushed back to a reclining position by John's strong hand.
"No Sherlock! You will not have a case, you JUST solved one. Can you not rest for a day, your brilliant-better-than-everyone-else's brain will not rot in a mere twenty-four hours. Now you are going to stay on this settee and watch a film. You are going to rest. R-E-S-T. That means no running or pacing or experimenting for the whole entire evening. Now, if you do not pick one then I will. I do not want you complaining the whole way through the film. It really rather annoying having your voice cover the characters with shouts and rants every five minutes.
"Honestly, it is as if I am trying to reason with a five year old. He is unbelievable! Who knew it would be THIS difficult to get Sherlock to stay still. He is Sherlock and Sherlock is well…Sherlock. He always has to do things the hard way but still, for crying out loud- this man-child is feeling ill and he wants to go chasing after criminals AGAIN.
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