There's a First Time for Everything

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson, OC's.

Summary: Exploring the first illnesses, anniversaries, injuries and such in the lives of our favorite gents from 221b Baker St.

Illness 1/10

Watson's POV

Disclaimer: This written purely for fun and

not for profit.

"It's your own fault you know," I said, glaring at Holmes who was lying upon the settee which had been pulled close to the fire place. Grabbing the poker, I stabbed angrily at the dying embers, which flared back to life after a few moments of my insistent prodding's. "Really Holmes, some times you really out do yourself."

Holmes coughed harshly behind me and I turned to observe my sick friend. "Really Watson," he sneezed, "your mother henning quite becomes you and I assure you, your services are not needed."

"Holmes, you are burning up with a 99.9 fever and if you think you can push me away with flattery then you're quite mistaken," I stated harshly and started to pick up my medical instruments.

The temporary silence was broken by Mrs. Hudson entering with a laden tray. "I brought some broth for Mr. Holmes, like you asked me to, Doctor." She said and set down the tray. "I daresay you could some food as well. You'll be no good to Mr. Holmes if you collapse yourself."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson," I said graciously, "I'll make sure he eats at least some of it."

She smiled and left. Ignoring Holmes' scowl, I ladled out some of the thin brown broth and walked carefully over to the settee. "Do you think you could manage to down some of it, old fellow?"

Holmes sneezed again and sighed, "Only if you'll eat as well."

I chuckled, "Of course, Holmes."

Meh, not as good as I'd like it to be. I'm a novice at fan fiction(this is my very first) so any reviews, hints and tips would be most appreciated.