Sherlock was laying there feeling weak. His head was hurting him. "Ah yeah." He yawned and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling rather half asleep. He had gotten enough good sleep. "I want a bath really." 
He admited. He knew that he was feeling quite sweaty and dirty from not having a bath. He knew he was too injured to attempt a shower. He was unsure if even a bath was pushing it. He didn't want to be bothered with food.

The detective was rubbing his eyes. He wondered if Lestrade had been working on the caw. He wanted to be apart of it. He knew that he couldn't just lay around all day. He knew Lestrade would look after him like last time.
He was looking at the man infront of him. "Maybe a drink of water as well."
It was going awhile before he would be feeling his normal self. He was not wanting to admit that his mental state felt quite messed up. He knew that he needed to just to his head back in order. He didn't want to admit that, He was sure that he would need time to be able to think clearly again.
He knew he wouldn't be able to focus too long on things with his mind not feeling right.