Doctor's Orders

"Get me a doctor," Sherlock suggested. "What do you think I've been doing for the past hour?" "Not just any doctor," Sherlock muttered. "My doctor." Sherlock is sick. And the worst thing about this whole situation is that he has no John. But Sherlock finds that making a fuss is the easiest way of getting his handsome army doctor back from Dublin to take care of him. Fluff.