Sherlock was looking at him, He really did just want to go to sleep. He gets up. His legs are wobbling as he stands. He knows he would fall without Lestrade helping him. He winced and tried to ingore his pain.
"Yeah..,"
The amount of words he was saying was limited. He seemed just too tired to want to talk that much. He was sure he would feel better. He was a bit dizzy. The detective wanted to sleep. He knew he normally wasn't one to want to sleep.
He yawned a bit and lay down once on his bed. He was sure a bit of rest would ease his headache.
It seemed he wasn't able to stay awake very long.

Sherlock was soon asleep and he didn't wake until late the next morning. He was looking around his room. He curled up in his blankets, He knew that he would be unable to move around too much.
"Lestrade?" He was unsure if Lestrade had stayed.