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.