"Soon Sherlock." John sighed "When your not in such bad shape they'll let you out, Then its just me looking after you." he knew SHerlock hated been in hospital as it was. He narrowed his eyes. "Sherlock you can''t go that long without food, your body needs it, much as you try deny that." He was speaking firmly.
He knew Sherlock would just be stubborn.
"And you can;'t even barely walk I'm sure," he countered to Sherlocks comment about hunting them down. He knew Sherlock would get bored soon enough and it would be everybody elses problem. He was glad his friend still had energy to be himself.
"Tourtured? You didn't mention that before." He looked concern. His voice softened from his earlier annoyance and Sherlock avoiding food. "You can talk to me Sherlock, I'm here for you."