I Got You (Sherlock x Reader)

"You're deathly pale. Did you know that?"


This startles (y/n), who spills some tea on her shirt. She yelps in pain, repeatedly patting the spot dry.


Her (e/c) eyes drift towards her flatmate, an angry glare in them.


"I am not! Why must you say such ridiculous things? " She retorts, retreating to the kitchen to fetch a towel.


He keeps a straight face, plucking away on his violin. John welcomes himself in and walks by them. Sherlock asks, "Isn't (y/n) becoming pale?"


Without a doubt, the former military doctor replies, "Yes, for once, you're right. She is pale."


She groans, returning to her seat, blot drying her blouse.


Rising to her feet, she tries to leave, but the detective prevents her from evading.


He gently holds her hand, "You're ice cold. Normally, your hands are warm,"


His fingers dig into the flesh of her wrist to locate her pulse. "Your heart beat is unusually irregular."


Both of his hands cup her face and the pads of his thumbs softly pull down on her bottom eye lids. He cranes his head for a better view and spots more damning evidence. "Your lids are pink, not bright red like they should be. "


Then, he takes a step back and realizes she's wobbling. She stumbles forward and miraculously, he catches her in his arms.


"You've had fainting spells for three weeks. Molly told me how you collapsed near the stairwell at the museum the other day. For the love of God, (y/n), your beautiful (h/c) hair has lost its wonderful, lustrous color!"


She goes wide-eyed, "Umm, what does that have to do with me being pale?"


The curly-haired sleuth sighs, his eyes hooked on hers. "It means you have anemia, most likely iron-defiency anemia. I highly suggest going to see a doctor and getting it checked out to make sure it's not anything life-threatening or needs urgent attention. "


A sigh leaves her lips and she nods, defeated at the attempts to prove him wrong.


"I....Okay. I'll schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning. "


*The Next Day*


She did what he advised her to do. Two hours passed before she arrived home.


"You... were right." (y/n) mumbles, standing idle.


The brunet eyes her, "Hmm?"


"I'm anemic. Iron deficient anemia. The doctor told me and she placed me on a strict diet to recover the iron I lost. In addition, I have to take these disgusting iron tablets to get more iron. Not all bad, but it's not good either.... "


She closes her eyes in annoyance, "I don't know if you said that to give me a hard time or if you were genuine and sincere, but whatever it is, thanks again."


His eyes snap open at her words. He goes forth to speak, but the words don't come his way.


She trudges to her room, disappointed in what she's found. Feeling empty, she collapses onto her bed, clumping a fist full of blanket in her hand.


The door creaks open and in comes Sherlock, astounded at her immediate glumness. "What's the matter?"


Her droopy (e/c) eyes flutter reluctantly to blink away the tears in her eyes. "I feel so stupid. How could I not know?"


He sits next to her and drapes an arm over her shoulder, encouraging her to lean on him.


It wasn't his job to point out the obvious and in this case, he never meant it deliberately. Sherlock Holmes truly cared about the well-being of his fellow companion, always assuming the best for her.


"Don't blame yourself, love. It's not like you wished for it to happen."


She pouts, "Yeah, but I feel that I did this to myself....Ugh, I feel so alone....."


Sherlock strokes her hair, "No, you're not. You have John and I. We're here for you. Plus, I can do the diet with you so we can suffer through it together."


(y/n) laughs, "You don't have to-"


"No, I insist. I'll do it with you for as long as you want. I don't care how long, I'll do it. Just promise me you won't give up."


She sighs; there's no point in arguing about it.


"I promise you that I won't. Thank you, Sherlock."


He smiles, "You're welcome, my dear."