A/N: This will be another series of drabbles and other short fics which focus on the relationship between Holmes and Watson. I hope everyone will enjoy them.

This one is in Holmes' point of view.

Pretending

He moved all his belongings alone, carrying boxes up seventeen steps to the sitting-room and then seventeen more to his bedroom. He helped rearrange the furniture, moving chairs and tables till we both were satisfied. He takes daily walks, returning breathless and rosy-cheeked.

But I have seen his hand tremble passing the teapot. I have heard his jaunty step change to a slow limp when he thinks I am not aware. I have observed exhaustion on his face, pain in his eyes, and I deduce that flushed cheeks mean fever.

He is not as well as he pretends.