TheodorMCallisterIII

(Trigger warning, Sherlock suffers from Anorexia.)       John was used to it, for the most part. It was probably incredibly unhealthy but Sherlock refused to eat anyway. Going days without a single speck of food, maybe a cup of tea, here and there. Except lately, John had noticed something. He snuck up on Sherlock to only see him standing in his bedroom, in front of a mirror, pinching skin on his waist and frowning. John gasped silently. Was all of this, starving, not because of "digestion slows me down", but because Sherlock was unhappy with his body? What he was pinching, it wasn't even fat, it was actual skin. John silently crept back in

      John moved throughout the kitchen, making a cup of tea, rolling his eyes as Sherlock tried to persuade him to ditch his day at work. "Just call in and say you're ill." He plead. "I can't skip work just because you want to spend the day with me." John explained, not understanding Sherlock's motives. Sherlock sighed heavily. John raised an eyebrow. Sherlock sighed even louder. "Shut up, Sherlock!" John almost yelled. Sherlock pouted and turned around, almost walking into the armchair. While running his hand through his hair, John bit his lip, thinking of what he could do to make Sherlock feel better. "Sherlock?" There was no response. "Sh

        John hurried behind Sherlock, as he chased after an alleged thief that could solve the case they were figuring out. Sherlock's long jacket flew behind him and his hair flew in all directions. John ran after him, only a few feet behind. Suddenly, Sherlock made a sharp turn and as John was about to turn as well, he felt himself rapidly slide across the street, tripping and falling onto his back. "Fucking hell!" He yelled as he toppled down, feeling his entire body struggle to move. He noticed it was ice that caused his to fall and he began to stand but then put weight onto his right leg and fell once more. His right leg couldn't seem to