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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
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been RPing for about 10 years now
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Greg had ni idea how long he'd been sleeping, had actually no idea at all that he was sleeping as he did so.
Eventually, he woke up, still feeling tired, but not as badly as before. He sighed, snuggled into the sheets and then realized he was lying on top of them and had, uncomfortably, fallen asleep in his clothes. He blinked, opening his eyes slowly and looked right at Sherlock, who was curled up in the middle of the bed.
Greg froze for a second as he realized his situation.He sat up, groaning as his tired limbs moved. He leaned forward to see wether Sherlock was awake.
"Sorry,.." he yawned. "I didn't sleep a wink last night.. I didn't mean to.. do that here." he excused himself.
Geg watched for a bit, as Sherlock closed his eyes and fell asleep almost right away.
When his berathing evened out, Greg carefully got up and siletnly left the room. He sighed, scrubbing his face with the heels of his hands and went into the living room, looking around. He couldn't think of anything to do for himself. The case didn't seem to be going any further until Sherlock could thik clearly about it all. He took a look at his phone. A few missed calls and messages. He took a look. All of them were from Donovan asking him what he was doing. He sighed again, and called her.
The next hour, he spend discussing, almost fighting, with his subordinate over the phone. When it was finally over, he could hear no more of it.
Greg heard a moan coming from Sherlocks room and got up to take a look. Sherlock, it seemed, was having nightmares. He was twitching and moaning and grimacing a little in his sleep, although it seemed that they were not bad enough to wake him up. Greg considered doing it himself, but then again, he wasn't sure whether Sherlock would appreciate it.
He sat down at th edge of the bed again and looked around, his eyes travelling over the bed. HE hesitated, then lay down, telling himself, it was just for a bit. Just for a bit... in a matter of seconds, he fell asleep.
we started fresh ;)
Greg didn't comment about the meds. He was sure Sherlock did actually need them, but it was no use trying to get him to take them when he was still placing it tough. And, of course, when he wouldn't be able to keep them in his stomach anyway.
He sat down as Sherlock looked around his own room, as if he had forgotten where he was.
Watching over him, he took the mug back when Sherlock had finished and set it back on the bedside table. He waited a bit, looking around and trying to think of something else he could do. "Can I do anything for you to.. I don't know, get you to sleep?" he asked. He knew Sherlock played the violin, so he was pretty sure the man liked classical music to a ertain degree. He also couldn't really imagine him liking much different kinds of music. And maybe, he had something that calmed him down? Soothed his nerves or something? Though the fact that Sherlock normally didn't sleep much, made Greg doubt that it.
He wanted to offer to leave the room, to give the detective some privacy, but he wasn't going to do that. He didn't think it would help any to leave the man by himself.
That Sherlock wasn't protesting at all, about anything and just agreed with whatever Greg was offering and telling him to do, was probably the most worrying of it all. He sat there for a little longer, watching the other man, whose eyes were closed. He was clearly not sleeping yet and Greg was hesitant to leave him alone in this state, even for a second. He gently patted the other mans blanket covered knee. "I will be right back." he told him softly and got up.
"Are you hurting? I think the pain meds they gave you at the hopsital must have worn off. Should I get you some?" he asked, knwing though, that for them to work, Sherlock would have to be fine enough to not throw them up again though.
As Greg headed out of the room, he quickly knotted the bag from the bin and disposed of it, getting a new one, before he would head down to Mrs. Hudson again. No need for Sherlock to have anything around to make him feel even sicker than he already did. And after everything Greg had already seen in his carreer, this didn't even faze him.
Hurriedly, he headed down, to Mrs.Hudson, this time not explaining much, just asking her for some herbal tea that might help with settling an upset stomach and went right back up, pouring the tea himself and carrying t back to Sherlocks room, where he set it on the bedside table.
"So, pain meds?" he asked again, not having gotten any yet, because he wanted to wait for an answer from Sherlock. If the man didn't trust himself to keep them down, it wouldn't do much good, after all.
Kat nodded and watched Sirius go. She couldn't say anything about it, since the guy had defended Ebony like that earlier, even if she still didn't like the girl one bit. Sirius could say what he wanted to, Kat would never change her mind about someone like that. Good, maybe the girl was actually able to ne nice to some people, whom Kat suspected to be mostly guys, but when someone was being bitchy to her, Kat had no calms about returning the favour. Left to themselves, Kat got up as well, grabbing the bottled water she had brought for herself. Her wallet, she remembered was empty anyway. All she had on her was the money she needed for groceries later, and she would never touch that for her lunch, because she hadn't brought some for herself.

"Well.. Looks like it's a temporary dat with the both of us then!" she heard Daniel joke and looked up and and him, raising an eyebrow at the words. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!" he exclaimed, throwing a fist into the air and making Kat laugh at the stupidness of the action. She shook her head teasingly and followed him as he marched out of the classroom. Side by side, they made their way to their usual place, though with just the two of them it was already getting a little awkward. Which was strange, because they had known each other forever and shouldn't have minded it.

Kat sat down besides him, leaning against the wall and closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the sun. "Hey Kat, just tell me honestly.." she opened her eyes, looking over at Daniel, actually serious. "You're worried because you won't get enough food right?" She gasped and got onto her knees to face him. "I mean, like, if you REALLY are hungry you can take my lunch.. I'll be alright without eating." She growled and snatched her hands forward as he batted his eyes away, toppling him over and climbing over him to get her hands on his lunch box. "If you offer it like that, I'm gonna go ahead~" she said, pouting slightly.

She scrambled off him, lunch box in hand and sat down in her place again, opening it and started to eat, throwing him an evil look. Her face softened after a few bites though and she lowered the food, resting her hands on her legs. She looked at him, the worry clearly showing in her eyes again now. "She is fine, right?" she asked him silently, knowing he didn't know anything either, but really wanting him to tell her that Emilia was alright and make up some stupid excuses for her not contacting them.
Without moving too much, Greg hurriedly stretched to the side, grabbing the rubbish bin and pulled it towards them, then lifted it up and held it out for Sherlock, who was trying to say something but had to stop to clamp a hand over his mouth again as he turned a little green. He was shaking even harder now and groaned.
Meanwhile Greg was now really at a loss for what to do. He waited a bit, to see whether SHerlock needed to use the bin.

When Sherlock was doing a bit better, or at least wasn't covering his mouth anymore and the green had turned back to simply sickly pale, Lestrade carefully slid away from him and got up. WIth one gentle but swift motion, he lifted Sherlock up, princess style, which usually would have been hilarious, but right then he wasn't even thinking much about it. "I'm getting you back into bed." he stated and, surprised at how well he was doing lifting Sherlock and carrying him, got him back into his bedroom and on the bed. He piled pillows behind him and covered him with his blanket, then went to get the bin and place it right next to the bed, should it be needed again.
Greg sat down at the side of the bed and looked Sherlock over. "Should I get you some more tea? I think Mrs.Hudson should have some that would be good for you stomach." he offered, then got up and turned up the heater. "I think you should try to sleep some more, even if you just doze off for a bit."
That Sherlock was actually leaning against him was all he needed to know that he was really besides himself. Not that Greg didn't like it, cause, strangely, he rather did and even tightened his grip a little more to keep the other man close, but the other man really had to be out of it to allow himself to get so personal with someone besides John. Their relationship Greg was still not very sure off. They came off as a couple, but clearly, they weren't since John always had girlfriends. And this was really not the time to be thinking about this, Greg told himself.
He looked down and noticed Sherlock holding a hand to his mouth, breathing deeply and looking a little green. Greg let go of his shoulder to slowly rub circles on the other mans back, the way his mother had used to do for him when he'd been little. "It's alright, Sherlock." he murmured softly, not really knowing what he was saying, just trying to help the other man calm down somehow. "Ssshhh.." he made. "It's fine, everything's alright." he went on, inside panicking a little himself. He wasn't sure whether he was handling this right, maybe calling John would really help Sherlock more than his own clumsy attempts at helping him.
good then, :)
Good Night!
yeah, you're right :/
but I think we will do just fine :D
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