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Birds chirping, sunlight pouring in through the gap in the curtains and Mrs Hudson bustling about downstairs indicated that it was the morning. John had been awake all night worrying about a conversation he had with his girlfriend. In passing, she had joked about feeling 'a little shit’ but you could still make it to help with the case the next day. John knew a fundamental fact about his girlfriend, Y/N: she was stubborn and hated anyone fussing over her. So if she was ill then she didn’t want anyone knowing about it. John had sent her a message saying he would come over in the morning to look after her. He also told her to stay home and not worry about the case. Quickly, he grabbed a robe off the hook on his bedroom door and headed downstairs. Mrs Hudson was in the kitchen, already making a cup of tea for him. But other than that the flat was silent. No sign of Sherlock. He smiled hesitantly, sat in his armchair and asked Mrs Hudson:
‘Has Sherlock gone out?’
Mrs Hudson put his cup of tea on the coffee next to his chair.
‘He went out ages ago. A case, probably’
And with that vague answer, she left to go downstairs. As he was sipping on his coffee, he typed in Y/N’s number and dialled. No answer. John hoped that Y/N would listen to his advice for once. And he hoped that she hadn’t gone to help Sherlock with the case. But maybe she was still asleep. After John had finished his drink, he got a cab straight to Y/N’s flat. But when he got to her apartment, he saw that he had left a note for him and stuck it on the door. It read ‘gone out’ with a little heart scribbled next to it. John once again rang her but there was no answer. He may not have been a genius detective like his flatmate, but he could tell that she had gone to help with the case. She knew that he would have been fussing all over her and didn’t want to worry him. Concerned, he dialled Sherlock’s number.
‘Is Y/N with you?’
The line was pretty bad but he could hear someone whispering to Sherlock in the background.
‘No. Why would she be?’
John knew that tone from Sherlock.
‘Come on, don’t lie. She’s there, isn’t she’
Sherlock knew there no point in lying anymore.
‘Fine. She is.’
John heard Y/N yell ‘Sherlock!’ In the background.
‘Sherlock surely you can see that she’s not feeling well.’
Sherlock simply stated.
‘I tried to tell her she didn’t have to help out but she was pretty adamant’
Sherlock told John their location and he hurried over in a taxi. When he arrived, Y/N saw an anxious and slightly cross look on her boyfriend’s face. She pouted in response. But he couldn’t stay mad for long and rushed over to check how she was doing. He gently placed a hand on her head to feel her temperature. Her forehead was burning hot. And she was breathing heavily. No wonder she was feeling ‘a little shit’.
‘Jesus! Y/N, you should be at home resting.’
Y/N just stood there, fiddling with her sleeves.
‘No really, I’m fine. There’s no need to be worrying.’
John pulled her into a tight hug and whispered softly into her neck.
‘Please let me take care of you. I am a doctor after all.’
Finally, Y/N caved and they returned to her flat. On the way back, her fever had gotten worse. John helped her to the sofa. Before she sat down, he plumped up the pillows. When she was laying down, he placed a fluffy blanket over her. He kneeled down beside her and brought over a glass of water and medicine for her to take. When she had taken it, John joined her on the sofa. Y/N snuggled into his chest and he was gently brushing his fingers through her hair. It felt really peaceful and serene. Suddenly, she called out his name.
‘John, thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be stubborn sometimes but I really appreciate it.’
John replied, chuckling slightly.
‘You are a bit. But I love you anyway. I always wanna make sure you’re okay. Never feel you’re a burden because you’re not.’
Y/N reached up and gave him a peck on the lips. She was so happy to have him.