[ After having taken the sample, Sherlock commits himself to pretty thoroughly to not answering any of John's remarks -- not ignoring him, precisely, since he might be ill and Sherlock needs to keep an eye on that, but tuning out his snappish words in favour of observing his behaviour while Sherlock examines his samples. There are a number of pathogens and viruses that can contribute to short-temperedness and irritability as a symptom, after all.
Though... none of them look like the tiny things Sherlock is frowning at on the slide under his microscope, so he chooses not to share any of his observations until he can have something more concrete.
In the way of all things, his desire is fulfilled in the most horrible of ways -- when the moonlight enters the room through the opened curtain, the blood in the slide begins to warp and writhe like a whole living animal, and Sherlock jerks back from the eyepiece with a startled gasp, casting his gaze towards John to make sure -- oh. What --? Alarmed: ]
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Though... none of them look like the tiny things Sherlock is frowning at on the slide under his microscope, so he chooses not to share any of his observations until he can have something more concrete.
In the way of all things, his desire is fulfilled in the most horrible of ways -- when the moonlight enters the room through the opened curtain, the blood in the slide begins to warp and writhe like a whole living animal, and Sherlock jerks back from the eyepiece with a startled gasp, casting his gaze towards John to make sure -- oh. What --? Alarmed: ]
John!?