Coming too
Sherlock opened his eyes, he was laying on his back in a warm bed staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. A shiver ran down his spine and he snuggled deeper into the blankets. He felt cold all the way down to the core. He wondered where he was, he tried to sit up, but was to cold and ended up just hunkering down deeper into the blankets.
“Hey you decided to join the land of the living.”
Sherlock looked over and saw Watson sitting in a chair next to the bed. He smiled.
“What happened?” Sherlock rasped, his words burned in his throat, and he broke off into a fit of coughing that shook his entire body and wrenched his insides. Watson helped him sit up.
“You’re okay,” Watson patted his back gently with a reassuring hand, “We found you and your look alike on the river bank. You were both hypothermic, so we brought you here.”
“Both…? Oh right! Where is the good old chap… Wait… Why was he in the river?” Sherlock was confused why he would be in the river. If Stark had any brains at all he would have taken that opportunity to run and disappear into London.
“I haven’t a clue. Me and Clark figured that you dragged him out of the river.”
“I figured i would end up in the river, but not him,” The last thing Sherlock remembered was hitting his head on the roof, but he could see how he could have easily ended up in the river.
“So you didn’t pull him out of the river?”
“No. The last thing i remember is slipping on a roof and hitting my head. Is he alright?”
“He hasn’t woken up yet,” Watson said sullenly, “Being honest here, i was afraid you had fallen into a coma.”
“How long was i uncousions?”
“Two days.”
“Well that won’t do at all,” Sherlock said, he had never slept that long in his life, ever. The thought of sleeping that long filled him with the urge to get up and do something “that is far to much sleep for me, i think.”
Sherlock swung his legs out of bed.
“I don’t think that's a good idea just yet,” Watson warned.
“It's quite fine,” Sherlock brushed Watson’s warning off, and stood up. He then promptly lost his balance and fell over.
“Oop, Little help?” Sherlock said and looked up at Watson. Watson laughed a little.
“No, I think you have this figured out,” Watson said chuckling quietly. Sherlock didn’t feel like embarrassing himself further so he thought maybe he’d stay right where he was, but A shiver ran through him, and changed his mind. He pulled himself up, and managed to get back in the bed. He curled back up into the warm soft blankets.
“Smart choice,” Watson said, and put his hand on Sherlock’s forehead. His hand felt warm against Sherlock’s skin.
“How are feeling?” Watson asked with a change in his tone. He looked and sounded more serious as he looked at Sherlock with obvious concern in his eyes.
“Quite fine, nothing to worry about. I’ll be right as rain soon enough,” Sherlock lied. He had a horrible headache, and still felt like his insides were frozen, but he didn’t want to worry Watson. He needed a break.
“Are you sure?” Watson asked eyeing him suspiciously, “You still look quite pale.”
“Really Watson, I feel fine,” Just as Sherlock said this another violent shiver ran through him. Watson raised an eyebrow, and Sherlock snuggled deeper into the blankets.
“Tell me honestly,” Watson folded his arms and stared at Sherlock with a surprising amount of concern.
“Alright fine, I don’t feel fine,” Sherlock said.
“Elaborate.”
“I feel like my insides are frozen, my throat burns, and i feel like my head is going to explode,” Sherlock didn’t like complaining, but Watson had insisted.
“That all sounds about normal. You should be fine in a few days.”
“Oh, what a great comfort that is! Thank you ever so much doctor,” Sherlock quipped.
“Excuse me. John, Clark would like to see you in the other room,” Mary said poking her head into the room. Watson stood up.
“I should go see what he needs. It probably has something to do with Stark,” Watson dismissed himself, and left the room quickly. Mary’s voice had had a tinge of urgency to it, that Sherlock didn’t like. He sat back up; he was going to see what was wrong. Sherlock pulled himself out of bed, and steadied himself with the chair by the bed. He was not going to fall again. He pulled one of the smaller blankets off the bed, and wrapped up in it, and made his way slowly to the door.