"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-warming smile and sat down next to him, leaning against Sherlock who also smiled happily and started drinking the Hot Chocolate very carefully.
"My stupid consulting idiot."