Sherlock sighed and leaned back a bit agaisnt the pillows. He hoped that John wouldn't ring. He closed his eyes as his head was aching. He knew Lestrade was worried. He didn't want to worry anybody.
He knew that he didn't know how long it would take to get better.
Though it didn't take long for the phone to ring. It was John.
The detective groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He hoped Lestrade would say something so John didn't suspect anything was wrong.
"Yeah I am cold a bit." He replied.
He was not enjoying being stuck in bed. He felt very awful. He was breathing heavily.
The detective groaned and rubbed his eyes. He was feeling miserable.