"Of course," Watson said, quietly cursing himself for not thinking of that in the first place. He was feeling more than a little scattered, with everything that was going on. He pressed a quick kiss against Holmes's too-hot forehead, and detangled himself to rise from the bed.

He poured out a glass of water, and fetched a few pills from his bag. When he climbed into the bed, being cautious not to spill, he put an arm around Holmes to lift him into a somewhat more upright position. "Here, love."