Delirium

"John! John!" I screamed.

"I'm right here Emily." He said, pressing a cold cloth to my forehead.

"Oh John, I must tell you, you looked quite nice at the wedding. I wish I could have been there myself. I heard it was a riot." I said, as John brought water to my lips. I pursed them instead.

"Kiss me John!" I said, reaching up to him. He placed a strong hand on my shoulder, and pressed me down.

"Drink, Emily."

"Fine. But I'm expecting a kiss." I said, leaning up to take the water. John pulled a box from the table and took a pill from it.

"Take this, it'll make you feel better." He said, handing me he pill.

"But John, I feel perfe-" A sudden wave came over me, and the room started to spin. "John, you look funny." I said as I started to laugh.

"Emily, please take it." He said, his voice gentle. I took it, and swallowed it.

"There. Happy?" I asked, laying my head back down. He gave me a sad smile and caressed my cheek.

"No, I'm not happy Emily. Please fight this poison. I want you to get better." He said as he pressed the washcloth to my forehead again. I was about to say more to him, but my eyes started to flicker, and I was out.

I woke up in a haze a few hours later. I had a horrible headache, and It hurt to move. The door cracked open and Sherlock stood in the doorway. I saw a dim outline of John by my bed, but It stung to keep my eyes open, and I shut them.

"John." Sherlock said in his deep voice. "Let me watch her. You've been up too long."

"No. I'm the doctor, Sherlock."

"Yes, but what good will you be half awake? Just take a nap. I'll wake you up if I can't handle it."

I heard John sigh and get up. He pressed his hand to my forehead to check my fever.

"Fine, but keep her fever down. I don't like how hot it is. And give her water if she wakes up."

"Alright. I've got it."

I heard John's footsteps leave the room, and I felt Sherlock's presence next to me as he sat down. He pressed the cold washcloth to my head, and I let out a gasp at how nice it felt. He thought I was still sleeping though, and continued pressing it to my head.

After feeling the cool of the cloth, I became aware of the rest of my body heating up. I violently kicked the blankets off of me and sat up. Sherlock stood up and leaned over me.

"Emily, are you ok?"

"Yea, I'm just really hot." I said, as I tried to sit up. Sherlock immediately wrapped an arm around me to support me.

"Lean back, I've got you."

"Thanks. What happened to me?" I asked, trying to remember.

"You were poisoned. It was lethal, and could have killed you. In fact, it's still not completely out of your system. John and I need to watch you until the side effects have worn off. Do you remember where you were when you became dizzy?"

"I was in the shower. And I felt something burn my neck, and I thought it was the hot water, but it must have been the poison."

"Yes, of course! The window. They must have opened the window and shot your neck. I can't believe I missed that. I need to examine it." He said as he abruptly got up. He pulled his arm away, and my head clunked the back of the headboard.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, right. I'm sorry." He said as he put his arm underneath me again.

"No, go investigate. I'll be fine." I said as I reached for the cup of water. I gripped the glass, but when I tried to lift it, my hand cramped, and the water tipped. Sherlock caught it right before it spilled.

"I think I'm needed here right now." He said as he brought the glass to my lips. I gratefully took it, but I struggled to swallow it. It burned as it went down my sore throat. When I was done, he put the glass down he pulled the blanket I kicked off, back over me.

"No, I'm hot. I don't want the blanket."

"You need it. You'll get worse if you get cold. Well, that's what John said anyway." He said, as he brought the blanket up to my chin. I wanted to thrash it off again, but I stayed still.

"Sherlock, when will all this go away?"

"John said as soon as your fever goes down, you'll get better."

"Ok. Anymore side affects I should be worried about?"

"No, I think you've made it through the worst of the poison. Now take a few more sips of water, and rest."

I drank the water, and closed my eyes. Sherlock gently removed his arm from my back, but I grabbed his hand before he pulled away. I clumsily intertwined my fingers into his (as a joke). I expected him to break away from my loose grip, but he held my hand tightly as I drifted off to sleep.