Sherlock settled himself on John's bed, shuffling a little and he kept close to the side. He knew this just had to be a stretch, right? John was only doing this because he wanted Sherlock to get better, obviously. He'd get back to work as soon as possible. Perhaps he'd be a bit more careful on future cases - God forbid this ever even [i]possibly[/i] happen again. He nodded towards the other side of the bed. "Come on, than. I'm actually [i]tired[/i] for once and I'd rather get some real sleep. I pray that the theory gets proved, or we'll both be going through some troubles tonight, and neither of us will sleep." He looked up, looking unemotional, except for a little glimmer of seriousness in his eyes. "And if it doesn't hold, I am going to my brother's, so you can actually live." He said, with a little smirk.