John's POV
I woke up next to Sherlock. I glanced at him. He was sweating, as heat radiated off his body. His hair was stuck to his forehead and his night clothes were drenched. I got out of bed and retrieved a cool rag and some tea. I set the tea on the night stand as I set the rag on Sherlock's burning head. Sherlock finally stirred and sat up wearily.
"John wha-" Sherlock said as I pushed him back down onto the bed.
"You're burning up and I brought you tea but you need to change first. I'll leave but you aren't going to stay in those clothes." I got him out some new night clothes and handed it to him and exited the room. A few minutes later, I came back to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. I walked over to him and lifted his head up so he could look at me.
"Shh it's ok my dear Sherlock. Now you must lay down and get some rest, so your state doesn't worsen do you understand," I said gently to him.
"Yes John," he mumbled and laid down on the bed. I replaced the rag on his forehead before climbing into bed with him. He fell asleep.
"I love you Sherlock," I mumbled.