"Where do you keep your keys?" Mae asked slightly annoyed as they stood by his front door. She needed to get him and get him some food fast or else he was going to collapse to the floor again. But Mae wasn't the biggest person on earth, while Sherlock was. She searched all of his pockets, in his jacket, inside his jacket, his pants, until she finally found them. The detective quickly opened the door. "Need help with anything?" She asked, walking in with him a little bit.
She wasn't sure if he wanted her in, but in fact he really didn't had a choice. He needed food, he was weak, he was tired. "Right, so. We need a couch or a bed. And some food too. Possibly something to drink. Don't want you to get dehydrated". She said with a sigh. Looking around for a moment before she saw a big chair and guided him to it. "Stay put, will you" Mae demanded as she took off her jacket. placing her hands on her sides as she looked around Sherlock's place. Where could she find the stuff she needed. Her eyes fell on the fridge. Hopefully Sherlock kept the fridge full of food.