Owen knocked again, louder this time, his frustration growing. This time, though, John heard the knock, and shifted slightly. Suddenly, it was obvious that there was a knock at the door, and he attempted to untangle himself from Sherlock's limbs.
"Just a minute!" He shouted, moving slowly and carefully as to not injure his arm that was already aching. "Sherlock, I think that's the doctor." He said, giving the other a gentle push as he managed to get out of bed and went to the door.
When John returned, Owen was right behind him.
"Alright, Mr. Holmes. Up and at it. Don't want to start having symptoms, do you? I need to give you an injection, and then once again in the morning. Owen set his bag down on the bed, and started pulling things out.