AN: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ON THE 4TH, THAT'S 2 DAAYYS! :D I'M SO EXCITED!
but on a sadder note I still probably won't be updating very much.. :(
I love you all as much as I ship Johnlock.
P.S John's texts are bold, Sherlock's are italics:)
Prompt word from: Ijustwanttobeabritishman
Chicken Soup:
Sherlock was ill. No matter how much he denied it, he was ill. So John as a doctor figured that it was his job to look after his poor boyfriend. Unfortunately John had to go into work so he left Sherlock curled up in bed saying to text him if he needed anything.
John had just finished treating his first patient and was waiting for the second when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket.
John. SH
Yes Sherlock?
I don't feel well. SH
Go get a drink.
I can't. SH
Why?
Sherlock?
Why can't you go get a drink?
Sherlock?
Answer me Sherlock!
I was just getting a drink. SH
I thought you said you couldn't get a drink!
I lied. SH
Right, I'm working again.
John. SH
John are you there?SH
John.
John!SH
Help me!SH
Sherlock, what's wrong? Are you hurt, just stay calm I'll come home soon.
Oh there's nothing wrong, I just wanted you to
Sherlock! I am trying to work!
Please John. SH
What?
Come home. SH
Why?
Because I'm... ill. SH
You finally admit it?
Yes. SH
So this is you admitting that you are human and you do get sick..
Yes. SH
Okay I'm on my way home now.
Good. SH
Sherlock tossed his mobile onto the pillow beside him and snuggled into the covers, waiting for John to come home. When he heard the front door open he wished that he could jump out of bed and throw himself at John, kissing the ex-army doctor's beautiful lips. But he couldn't, the pounding headache, stuffed nose and scratchy throat made that impossible.
Sherlock heard John bustling around in the kitchen for a while before John pushed open his bedroom door open and gave Sherlock a bowl of Mrs Hudson's finest homemade chicken soup.
"Feed it too me." Sherlock said in a cracked voice. John sighed and rolled his eyes but still sat down next to his flat mate and began to feed him the soup.
"Honestly you are such a child." John replied. Sherlock just smiled, swallowing a gulp of chicken soup.