![]() ![]() Sherlock watched as you left the room, leaving the door only with a slight gap open.īeing bedridden could be a pain for the detective, meaning no cases to work on which comes with boredom he despised. Sherlock groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow in silent defeat. ![]() “I told you that you shouldn’t run after the murderer in the cold rain, but you’ll never listen… So, please listen now, and just rest you can work again, when you’re recovered.” You handed him with a sigh the tissue box which he accepted, but knowing how stubborn he could be he likely wouldn’t give up so fast. ![]() “I’m completely capable of w-“ his face furrowed, as he let out a sneeze. Trying to reason with him could be really a pain at times… Especially, when he doesn’t take care of himself, like now when he’s ill. “Sherlock you shouldn’t work in that condition!” you scowled at the detective with your hands on your hips. ![]()
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