dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-10-01 20:11:00 |
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Purple Elephants on Parade
Title: Purple Elephants On Parade
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:Sherlock/John
Rating:PG
Word Count:221B
Notes: I blame Dumbo for the fact that I get dancing elephants when I have a high fever... I had to inflict it on poor John. Prompt is Firelight. Tomorrow will be a continuation of this I think. I'm never certain until I open the blank document and start typing.
As soon as John got better he was going to prove all the Yarders fears wrong, because Sherlock wasn't going to murder him, he was going to murder Sherlock.
It was all that bastard's fault that John was sick on the sofa with a violent flu that could turn into pneumonia, with his body also fighting an infection from the knife wound in his leg, and his body fighting off the antidote to the poison that had been in the dart that had hit him in the neck.
Yes, as soon as the chills, fever, dancing purple elephants on parade, ended he was going to ring his best friend's neck for not having the courtesy to alert him of the death threat, before he'd gone out.
Three Sherlocks appeared before him, John wondered if he could strangle the right one or if he'd hit the ones that weren't there.
Suddenly, he was picked up blankets and all and arranged on the sofa which was made up into a bed, near the fireplace that was on despite the fact that it was summer.
He was arranged gently, his bandages were changed, a hot water bottle was placed on his abdomen.
He was being carefully tended to from his so called best friend who was nervously and carefully wrapping John in warm blankets.