The detective knew he would never lean on anytbody like that. Not even John. He shivered a bit more. He knew that many people saw him and John as a couple. But they were really good friends. John always claimed he wasn't even into men.
He sighed and closed his eyes.
The sick feeling was increasing. Even with Lestrade rubbing his back. "Lestrade... Just get me a bucket." He gasped. He covered his mouth. He really didn't think he could hold off.
Sherlock knew he was really worked up and finding it hard.
"How is everything ,....," He started to shout till he had to clamp his hand over his mouth again. 
Sherlock was shaking, He groaned.