The Empty Tissue Box:
"ACHOO!" The loud sneeze resonated through 221B, it was shortly followed by sniffles and under breathed complaints. (y/n) wiped her reddened face, reluctantly using your last tissue. "Sherlock," She waited a moment to see if he'd heard before straining your scratchy voice any further, "Sherlock!" Thinking he may have left she lifted your head off the couch, only to find him in thinking position on his chair.
He was jolted out of his mind palace as he felt a sudden pain in his head. He let his eyes scan the situation before speaking,
"You threw your tissue box at me."
"Yeah I did! Now stop thinking and make yourself useful, I need more tissues." She whined out through her stuffed up nose.
"The tissue boxes are in the hall closet, get them yourself." He retorted, perfectly content with staying in his chair.
"No, you have to! I don't feel good, and remember what John said this morning!"
"Mmm-no I wasn't listening." His voice drawled ou