Sherlock was looking at him. He hated feeling weak and useless. But he knew that he needed the time to recover. He hoped that it wasn't going to be too long before he could be back on his feet.
He really didn't want Lestrade to ask about the tears in his eyes.
Sherlock knew he hardly every cried. It wasn't something he normally did, let alone let people see. "Maybe the couch for now." he really didn't want to be stuck in his bedroom. Not if he could help it.

He knew right now alot of things woukd easily startle him. He just hoped that he was in the right mind for a case. Sherlock wanted to work on a few things . He also was hoping to be back to himself long before John was home.
He didn't want John knowing that he was scared. Feeling slightly dizzy and such he leaned on Lestrade. He was closing his eyes.