Sherlock was just feeling too miserable. He wasn't hungry enough to care what he ate. He just knew that he needed to eat to make Lestrade happy. He was not feeling too well really. He hoped that would go away. He had been through a rough time.
He groaned and found it hard to get comfortable.
The detective was shivering a bit. "Ok" He said in reponse to hearing the food was ordered. It was clear he was only going to eat to please Lestrade as he didn't sound all that interested in food. He knew he hardly ate as it was.
Sherlock was looking at him, He wasn't sure what he wanted to be done for him. It seemed everything was making him miserable, He also knew that John would probably text or ring him to see how he was going with the case. He sighed as he heard his phone go. He see's a text from John.

How is the case going assuming you have one - JW
Sherlock looked at the text and sighed. He knew John had been going to ask. Long as John didn't think there was anything wrong. He replied.

Its fine- SH
Sherlock hoped that John wouldnt want more and end up ringing. He looked at Lestrade. "Another blanket maybe." He replied.