Who wants to do a one on one with me? {CLOSED} {Stalkers welcome it's Johnlock}

Sherlock stirred, but didn't wake. Eight nicotine patches was definitely not a good idea.

John stripped the patches off his arms, “God, for a genius you were quite stupid today. Come on Sherlock, please wake up!”

"J-John? What are you d-d-doing?" He stuttered out, his voice was barely a whisper.

“Getting you to the hospital,” All the nicotine patches were now off, “Why did you have to wear that many?”

"Mori……" He passed out again.

“Moriarty.” He said to himself. The ambulance arrived and they took Sherlock to the hospital.

(Sadly I have to go now, See ya tomorrow!)

(Bye!) A day later, Sherlock woke up in a hospital bed. "John? What did you do this time?"

(are you still here, I doubt it but still..)
“You took to many nicotine patches, Sherlock.”

"As if. I'm fine!" He said, struggling to get out of the stupid bed.

His arms were heavy, he felt dizzy. Admitting defeat, he stopped, and slowly sat up.

(I am always online for johnlock!)

“You need to stop taking them.”

"But I can't live without them!" He whined.

"Have you gotten any more intel on the case?"

“Yes you can. I don’t want to drag you to the hospital every time you take to many.” John tried to keep the pain out of his voice.

“No, I haven’t.”

"This is the first time anything like this has happened, John. I'm going to be fine."

“What if you’re not? The doctors still haven’t said when you can leave yet.”

"Get me my coat, John." Sherlock ordered.

“No.”

"Do it."

"Do it now, John."

"John, it's freezing, get me my coat."

“No, not this time. Not until the doctors say.”

“I’ll get more blankets then.”

"Get. me. my. coat!" Sherlock hissed

“FINE!” John stood up and chucked the coat onto Sherlock before storming out of the room.

"John, more people could die because of Moriarty if I'm stuck here, get me my coat!"

"Thank you."