"Pain meds." Greg suddenly said [really hoping I'm not missing anythin here and we've already been there] and watched as Sherlock groaned and pulled the covers over his head. He was ignoring what was obviosuly John on his phone and that was probably the most worrying thing he had yet to seen him do. While none of them could ever be sure to actually reach him, even if they were standing next to him they sometimes had the feeling none of them actually did, at least to Greg it had always seemed like John was te big exception there. He could be wrong of course, but the times he saw the two of them together, Sherlock was being, in hiw own twisted way, way nicer to john than he had ever been to anyone else. And Lestrade had known him for a while.
"I'll go get you those blankets and some pain medicine. Maybe that will help a little." he announced and headed out into the living room, collecting some blankets from the couch and then heading back right away. He spread them out over Sherlock, pulling it up, over Sherlocks head, just like the covers and couldn't help but smirk at it. "I'll be right back." he said and stepped away from the bed, headng into the bathroom and sorting through the cabinets until he found what he was looking for. Greg got a glass of water from the kitchen and went back into Sherlocks bedroom. "Take these." he told him and sat down at the edge of the bed, waiting for Sherlock to crawl out from under his covers.