"Right." Just let him try to take care of you for a little while, Sherlock. Please? John sighs through his nose at Sherlock's stubbornness but ultimately lets it go. He has some sleep to catch up on and he must admit, the presence and warmth of another person at his back in really quite a lovely one to fall asleep to. He yawns into the pillow and tugs up his knees and without much more of a whimper, falls asleep.
Roughly ten minutes later, whether Sherlock is awake enough to hear it or not, the faint sound of footsteps pause at John's door and try the knob. Technically, it's the way it's meant to go and the night guard does check that all of the rooms (save for Sherlock's, but it's difficult to get in the habit of that when Sherlock's room is not in the same block as the rest of them). The person outside, however, lingers.
Waits.
And then moves on. There's no light in the hall for a shadow and even Sherlock might only guess at who had been there and if it was duty or some other reason that left them sigh.
As expected, the nightmares do come. John has never been without them. Sherlock, Bill...Lestrade. Even Anderson makes a cameo. It's not wholly pleasant in the slightest.
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Roughly ten minutes later, whether Sherlock is awake enough to hear it or not, the faint sound of footsteps pause at John's door and try the knob. Technically, it's the way it's meant to go and the night guard does check that all of the rooms (save for Sherlock's, but it's difficult to get in the habit of that when Sherlock's room is not in the same block as the rest of them). The person outside, however, lingers.
Waits.
And then moves on. There's no light in the hall for a shadow and even Sherlock might only guess at who had been there and if it was duty or some other reason that left them sigh.
As expected, the nightmares do come. John has never been without them. Sherlock, Bill...Lestrade. Even Anderson makes a cameo. It's not wholly pleasant in the slightest.