Sherlock BBC: John x Glasses Reader Part Two

It had been a week since you've talked with John. He was busy on a case with Sherlock, and it was best to stay out of the way. Instantly you found yourself curled up in bed. Cold, and shivering. You wondered if the heat bill was paid.

"Achoo."

You curled up more. The rain from a week ago. It was the bane of your existence now. It gave you a terrible cold. Your cell phone chirped as a ring tone. Sluggishly you rolled over and reached to the night stand you grabbed it and turned it on. You didn't even bother to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?" your voice was groggy and scratchy.

"Hi...Hey it's John. Are you all right?" asked the worked doctor.

"Sick..." you coughed.

"Oh I'm at...I'll be right over." he hung up.

You grabbed your glasses and looked to your calendar seeing a red circle. Then you looked back at your phone. It seems you stood John up on your first date.

"...Fuck." you realized all too late.

It was a matter of minutes before John went into the house and knocked on your bedroom door.

"Come in." you sighed. Upon seeing John you tried to explain. "Sorry I've been sick for a few days and I lost track of the date, and I look horrible and-"

He moved closer. He held up a tongue depressor, and you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. He checked your ears, and looked in your mouth. He tossed out the garbage and put his instruments away,

"It's a cold..." you explain.

"No, I don't believe so. Mind if I take a listen?"

You made some sort of noise not about to stop the doctor. He huffed on the stethoscope to warm it and moved it up your pajama shirt. A noise left your own lips feeling the cool metal over your chest. John looked at your closed eyes, and when you opened your eyes to meet his he stared intently at you.

"Your eyes are...Lovely." he smiled a little shyly.

You were flushed but ill; so it looked normal. John moved to the bed and moved the stethoscope on your back.

"Deep breaths please." he asked with a warm voice.

You moved your arms around him and breathed deeply, only to cough a little.

"You're wheezing." John pointed out.

"I am?" you asked closing your eyes leaning against him.

"You have walking pneumonia. I'm going to get you a few prescriptions and be right back okay."

You let go of him and laid back down nodded.

"Will I be okay?" you asked worried.

"Of course, I'll be right here from now, and I'll take care of you."

You smiled and closed your eyes. John placed another blanket over you and leaned down kissing your forehead. He assumed incorrectly you had fallen asleep. He then turned off the lights and went out to get the medication. You curled up smiling to yourself. You realized John had touched your chest but you couldn't be mad at him. He returned and you sat up to drink your medicine. It didn't taste bad, it was almost like drinking bubble gum. Then you were forced to swallow two horse tablets.

"Right, you should be right as rain in a few weeks of this, maybe a month, hard to tell really. You should rest."

"Is it contagious?" you asked.

"No, not at all." John smiled.

You starred up at John and he watched you. He leaned forwards and closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against yours.

"Mm," he broke the kiss after a few seconds. "I shouldn't take advantage of this, you rest and get better. I can sleep on the sofa."

At this point you didn't argue with the good doctor. Instead you turned over and closed your eyes to rest, with a smile on your face.

End of Part Two