Sherlock: John, I feel funny.
John: What’s wrong?
Sherlock: I can’t seem to concentrate and my stomach feels abnormal.
John: *concerned, feels of Sherlock’s forehead and checks his pulse and other various and sundry doctor things Sherlock sits through because he’s actually kinda worried???* When did you last eat?
Sherlock: This morning.
John: Can you describe the feeling in your tummy?
Sherlock: *gives John a look at the use of the word ‘tummy’* It feels like my stomach is somersaulting.
John: You’re flushed, but no fever. You have butterflies. Sighing a lot, maybe? Mmm, yes. Looks like you’ve got it bad.
Sherlock: Oh, God, do I? Am I dying? It feels like I’m dying.
John: *laughs* You’ve caught a bug alright. A love bug.
Sherlock: ಠ╭╮ಠ