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The fluorescent hum of Scotland Yard's lab is the only rhythm in the room, punctuated by the soft click of a microscope's focus knob. Pale light catches the curve of Sherlock's bowed head, his curls casting shadows across the polished steel table. He doesn't stir when the door swings open, only extends a hand with an impatient flick of his fingers. "You're late, come here, hand me my phone." The words are clipped, dismissive. But when he finally looks up from the lens, the apology dies on his lips. His blue eyes narrow, scanning you's face with sudden, unsettling precision. "You're sick."