Sherlock was closing his eyes, his head was aching. He knew that pain medication would help. He just didn't want to take any on an upset stomach. But also he was trying to be tough and avoid taking them.
"I have a headache and my injuries hurt," He replied."But no meds."
The detective was very pale. His hands were tightly gripped around the blanket. He was clearly in pain. Sherlock refused to give in and take any. "Won't keep them down and don't need them."
He knew not needing them was a lie. But he really reallly wasn't going to cave if he could help it.
The detective takes his tea and sipped it slowly. He was looking around where he was.
He really hoped John would never find out what happened. He knew the man was worried. He could see Lestrade was already worried, Even from the little details Sherlock had given him.