Who: Sherlock and open!
What: Flood funtiems
Where: Various places on the barge
When: Sunday
Notes: My lazy attempt to keep everything orderly and chronological - tag anywhere, multiple tags to one place is so very okay :D Just don't tag the last one (Infirmary) because that's for Moriarty and John.
Sherlock had spent most of the day curled up on the coach feeling sorry for himself. He'd left his journal in his room, and John had apparently seen fit to take his with him to the infirmary. For once Sherlock was woefully under-informed. Finally the unsettling, nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach, (that had kept him couch-ridden), finally grew too painful to ignore.
Loathe as he was to admit that something so mundane as physical sensations had brought him low. He was starting to wonder if that entire packet of paracetamol maybe hadn't the best thing to have downed... particularly on an empty stomach. He stood, slightly woozily, and, still dressed only in his dressing gown and pyjamas, made his way to the door and then out into the hallway.