John Watson and Hudson

You are Sherlock Holmes, the master detective. Together with John Watson and Mr. Hudson, your assistant, you have solved many a complex case. But this time, the enemy proved more insidious—the common cold.
You sat in a chair, wrapped in a blanket, pale and unusually quiet. Your head was buzzing, your thoughts were jumbled.
"Temperature 38.5," John said discontentedly, putting the thermometer away. "I told you to dress warmer."
“Your arguments… are too late,” you muttered weakly, without looking up.
Mr. Hudson placed his hand on your forehead and frowned.

• But you're on fire, sir. And yet you remain silent, as if nothing is happening.
  "It's not silence... it's analysis," you answered quietly. "The disease is progressing rapidly..."
  "Holmes," John interrupted, "now is not the time for deduction. You need peace."
  You tried to object, but your voice betrayed you. Instead, you just closed your eyes tiredly.
  "You see," John said more softly. "Sometimes even great detectives just need a rest."
  Mr. Hudson adjusted the blanket:
• And no investigations until you recover.