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A young girl marched into the flat of 221B and fell face first onto the couch, groaning as she did so. It was a good thing that the tall man who occupied the flat was in a chair separate from the couch for if he had been sitting on said couch then the girl's face would've hit him in the side and neither was willing enough for that to happen.

A short man walked out of the kitchen and greeted the girl. "Hello (Y/n), how are you today?" to which he got a noise between a grunt and a groan as a response. The man grew concerned and quickly made his way over to the girl's side. "(Y/n) are you OK?" He quickly began asking more and more questions which cause the girl to turn her head towards the doctor, looked him straight in the eyes, made a face that looked to be a cross between a cat hissing and sticking her tongue out before shoving her face back into the cushion. Before he could ask anymore questions the tallest of the three answered.

"She's sleep deprived John." John looked over to the taller male in confusion before asking. "Sherlock, how do you know? She could have the flu-"

"She has more bags under her eyes than usual, her trousers, which are normally clean, have crumbs from the muffin she had for breakfast and her footsteps are heavier than normal. That indicates that she's either sick or sleep deprived and considering she doesn't have tissues in her nasal spray or tissues with her it means she's tired. She doesn't take naps often if at all, which she doesn't, that indicates sleep deprivation. Also it looks as though she hasn't brushed her hair for the past two day. It shows that she's been like this for at least three or more days, though it's obviously more." The girl held out her arm and gave a thumbs up, showing that Sherlock was correct and as she drew her arm back John sighed and went back into the kitchen.

"Would you like some coffee (Y/n)?" This time the girl gave an actual response.

"No not right now, but thanks for the offer. I'm afraid that nothing I've tried has helped." Even though it was muffled John heard it loud and clear and he just sighed again before looking in the cupboard to see that they were out of sugar. John stepped out into the living room again and notified the two that he was going out and left. After a few minutes Sherlock left his mind palace and looked over to the girl, who ha been face down the entire time. He assumed, more like known, that she had somehow managed to fall asleep rather quickly after John had left and was greeted with small snores coming from her. Sherlock knew he just couldn't leave her on the couch like that, as something akin to pity formed in his chest. Picking her up, Sherlock made his way into his bedroom and gently tried to set the girl on the bed but it proved pointless as the girl had gained an iron grip that just so happened to keep the girl from being put down properly, without Sherlock getting in the bed with her.

He gave up quickly and decided that it would be futile to try and pry (Y/n) off of himself so he laid down next to her, after kicking his shoes off. It wasn't until Sherlock got comfortable that he realized how tired he was and against his better judgement, fell asleep.