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John Watson Blog

Date: 7-30-12

Unusual

Most people would have found my day completely normal. I slept soundly all through the night and woke up at six to my alarm clock. Then I had toast for breakfast and was at work at 7:15. I had no phone calls while at the office. When I returned, the flat looked clean. I then opened the freezer to find the shopping had been done.

The problem is that when one lives with Sherlock Holmes this is not normal. First off, I didn't hear the sound of the violin once last night which in its self is rare. The sound of Sherlock playing has been the sound to carry me to sleep and the one to jerk me awake many a nights. The fact that I made it to the hospital early is very odd. Sherlock was no-where in site to try to get me to skip work to entertain him. Sherlock usually texts me at least six time while am at work. I was starting to get worried by this point and hurried home. When I entered the flat I saw no sign of Sherlock. I headed to the kitchen to put on the tea but stopped to a complete halt when I saw the dining room table. There was no experience anywhere. I thought about calling Mycroft but didn't want to do anything rash. I started the tea and decided to see if I could find anything for dinner. When I saw that someone had bought grocery's I couldn't have been more surprised but that wasn't the biggest surprise. There were no body parts, no head, toes, fingers, or even blood.

At this time I ran to Sherlock's room trying to find out what happened. Nothing made since. If I didn't know better I would have believed this was someone else's flat. I didn't even knock on the door. The site before me cleared up the mystery of today. Sherlock was buried under a pile of blankets but his heavy breathing could be heard. I put my hand on my flat mate's forehead. He was running a fever all right.

"John" Sherlock's voice was dry and cracked.

Apparently going two weeks with little to no food but tea, a total of three hours of sleep, and the fact that there is a bug going around had finally caught up to the great Sherlock Holmes. I later found out that Sherlock had finished his experiments and was t ill to start new ones. Mrs. Huston came by and was nice enough to clean and do the shopping.

Seeing Sherlock ill is not an experience I wish to see anytime soon. Sherlock should full of life and deducing and insulting the intelligence of the police force or at least scrolling across the sofa in prayer position. He is at the moment doing none of those things but is quiet except for the mumbling created by the fever. He should be back to his normal self in a few days. Today has proven that there is something wrong with me. I miss my normal days not the normal that fill other people's lives. I can't wait to hear the sound of the violin and the sound of deductions and insults.