Sherlock is worse than useless when he’s ill, but John never minds. He gently nods along with the moaning, and when Sherlock declares that he is most certainly dying, John reminds him gently that he’s doctor, and in his professional opinion, Sherlock is most certainly not dying. He fluffs pillows, he gathers extra blankets. He…

Holmes said something about the blanket fort being the most efficient way to conserve heat while we couldn’t light the fire, and who was I to argue with him. Whether it was truly the case, or simply one of his charming whims I didn’t care to know. I simply enjoyed myself, huddled close on the…