Sherlock was still very weak. He knew that he was going to need time before he was better. He wished that it would happen quicker than what it was. He looked at him as he sipped his tea.
"MMM I'll be fine," he whispered and he lay there closing his eyes.
He knew he was tired and would probably fall asleep. He doubted that he would sleep too long.
Sherlock was slowly falling asleep.
When the detective was sleeping, He seemed to have nightmares. He didn't wake up though. He just moaned and twitched in his sleep. He awoke hours later and sighed deeply.