Sherlock was looking at her "Mmph." was his only answer, He was still determined to be stubborn even if he felt worse than he was trying to let on. He didn't want to cave in to such normal person needs. He was determined to carry on.

He looked around when they got to the crime scene. He was sure that he would be fine. As normal Sherlock ingored the do not enter. He always ingored that, even if he had premisson or nor he saw it as his right.
The detective was determined to find something. He was looking around, his eyes focused on every inch of the area. He was sure that he would find something. Being alert and clever always seemed to help him solve the cases. He knew he could carry on well into the night and not care.

"Ah." He spots something and bends down. Sees a small vial that the police had missed. It was hidden under something. He sniffed it, he seemed wary as he didn't want to harm himself "Posion. See told you," He knew the man wouldn't have taken the posion willingly. But he knew the killer must have not done a good job at hiding the vial. He was feeling more dizzy from pain and hunger and he fell over. The detective lay there, He wasn't feeling that great.
He knew that he had pushed it too far, he just didn' t want to admit it . He closes his eyes breathing deeply.

He could feel a hand lightly smacking on his cheeks. If he didn't open his eyes and blocked her hands from touching his cheek. It wasn't hard, but more of a 'wake up' tap on the cheek. Mae let out an annoyed sigh. She wasn't going to let him lie there.

The detective took the viall from his hand and put it in Sherlock his pocket. "Don't lose it" Mae spoke quietly. She ignored the looks from the people passing by. "I'll save you the bitching about how you should have eaten something" Mae mentioned. She was trying to get him up. Placing an arm around his shoulder. "Let's just get you home" she spoke friendly. "Don't you dare trying to continu, or I'll leave you here and call John" she demanded. If sherlock worked along, and ate when he got home. John didn't needed to know or find out.

"Taxi!" Mae yelled ar a cab, waving at it. It dtopped -- thank god. "Get ass of the ground and into the cab, Holmes" Mae told him to. She just wanted him home save. With food and a few painkillers perhaps. "Can you walk?" She was still trying to support him, but he was much taller than her.

Sherlock was weak and dazed. He didn't want to get up. He felt so drainned. John was likely to nag him about his health if he found out. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

The detective was wobbling after she managed to help him up. He tried to stay up right as he could. He wanted to carry on with the case, but he didn't want John nagging him.
He was also really tired.
Sherlock let her guide him to the cab. Though he was letting her help him. Didn't mean he would ever say thank you though. He looked very dazed and pale.

He knew that he would need to eat and lay down for a bit. He was meant to be taking it easy since getting out of hospital. He closes his eyes once they are in the cab.
He was looking somewhat half asleep by the time they got to his place. He looked around opening his eyes again. He knew that he was not normally this sleepy.

"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.

Sherlock was looking at her. He was about to answer when he saw that she already found his keys. He wasn't sure why she had bothered asking him if she was going to find them by herself anyways.
He wasn't really wanting her to help. But was too tired to even protest. He had a feeling she wasn't going to leave until he ate something. He looked around the room. He was trying to keep himself upright.

"My bedroom is that way." He pointed. He sounded lazy and tired. He wasn't used to having to admit he needed food and rest. He closed his eyes. "Yeah ok." He knew he should get something to drink as well.
He was shaking from his weakness. He flopped onto the chair "Or the chair will do."
The detective closed his eyes and tried to just relax.
"Yeah.....," he knew he had no energy to get up.