"Do you want to order take-away for lunch?" John asked.

Sherlock grunted. Personally, he wasn't too keen on breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

"Chinese might be good," John continued.

"Whatever you like," Sherlock muttered, not looking up.

"Fine. Chinese it is. Did you want anything?"

"No." Sherlock ran his fingers over the keyboard as he responded to an email from Lestrade, who was apparently resting in bed with his laptop and a fever.

"You know, I'm only letting you get away with using my laptop because you were so sick," John muttered. "Just a free pass."

Sherlock didn't respond. He could use John's laptop anytime he wished.

Twenty minutes later, the bell at their door broke the silence. John retrieved the food and dropped the bags on the table.

"I got extra sweet and sour chicken, if you decide you want something..."

John quietly trailed off. Sherlock glanced up to watch John slam the container down and streak to the bathroom. The bathroom door slamming didn't sufficiently muffle the sound of John getting violently sick.

Sherlock blinked in surprise before smirking. "John," he called. "It seems as though you're rather ill."

He smiled and looked back to the laptop screen. He could assess John's illness. A new experiment.

This was going to be brilliant.

A 221B for the final chapter. Did I mention I hate 221Bs? Love the idea, the iconic nature of them, but... I love details, so 221 words is... difficult. xD And, as far as FF says [because I don't have Word], the story content is 221 words. Not including this author's note and all.

ANYWAY, more importantly... There will be a sequel! Dun dun dun! Yeah, I didn't know about until I ended up putting the beginnings of a John!sick!fic together with the end of this one. It will be called Sniffle, Sneeze, Snivel and, like I said, John!sick!fic. So, you can look forward to that if you would like.

Thank you all for your continued patronage. The favourites, the follows, anf the reviews mean so much to me. So, thank you again.