Well, you guys wanted it, so here it is. This one's kinda short, but whatever. Enjoy!

Sherlock slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the lighting in the room. His head throbbed and his stomach churned in a funny way. He ignored it and sat up. He stood up and folded the blanket before walking out of the room. Sherlock felt as if he wasn't walking completely straight and found himself bumping into the wall. Mycroft looked up from the book he was reading and his expression turned almost worried. Sherlock rubbed his face and looked up at his brother as he set down the book and walked over to him.

"Sherlock, are you all right? You look pale," Mycroft said. Sherlock nodded and pushed himself off the wall. He was going to respond but found he couldn't. He felt that if he did, he may blow chunks all over his brother. Mycroft must've got the message because next thing Sherlock knew he had been led to a bathroom and was throwing up the nothingness in his stomach. Sherlock decided that he wasn't going to deduce this. It was bad enough that he had to throw up in the first place, he really didn't want to observe anything at the moment. Sherlock finished and found himself sitting on the floor, covered in sweat. "Good, god. What is wrong with you?" Sherlock didn't answer. He simply made some sort of noise that was a cross between a groan and a mumbled. "Oh, never mind. Come on."

Mycroft than helped Sherlock to his feet and took him back to the room where he laid him out on the chair again and covered him with a blanket. He left and soon came back with a cup of tea for him. Sherlock stared at the cup he set on the small side table for a long moment in silence. His eyes widened and he jumped a little as something cold was set on his forehead. Which he quickly figured out was a wet towel used to get rid of the headache. He mumbled something to himself and looked over at Mycroft as he stood in the doorway. There was a silence before Mycroft's words. A silence that Sherlock wondered about.

"Get some rest, I'll come in to check on you in a little while." And with that said Mycroft left the room. Sherlock looked over at the cup of tea for a moment and hesitantly drank it. It tasted funny. Sherlock frowned and set it back down. One of Mycroft's old tricks from when they were kids. Sherlock would never take medicine when he was sick so Mycroft would always sneak it into a drink or some sort of food to make him take it. He smirked. Like the good old days. Sherlock closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to take Mycroft's advice about the resting part. But he would not be drinking that tea!

Well, that's that. Maybe I'll make another one, but eh, I don't know. I'll think about it.

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