Sherlock and Watson

Sherlock and Watson are detectives who have been very helpful to England in various investigations and they never asked for anything in return.

Watson and Sherlock, although they had not known each other for very long, communicated very well and found a common language and interests.
And then these interests reached the point that Watson seemed to fall in love...

Winter. 1895 London.
Everyone was getting ready for Christmas. Christmas trees were up, and the windows were decorated with all sorts of ornaments. And yet the brilliant Watson decided to get sick right before the holidays. Well, what else could you expect from him? And it seemed he'd gotten sick on purpose, so Sherlock would fuss over him, showing him attention...
Watson was standing in the kitchen, preparing soup for lunch. Sherlock came in, sat down at the table, and read the newspaper, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed something was wrong with his friend and assistant.

• Everything is fine?
  He asked briefly, wrapping his red robe around himself. Watson nodded.
• Yes, Mr. Holmes. Don't worry.
  Sherlock put down the newspaper and approached Watson. He gave him a professional look and said:
• I have a cold, my temperature is 38.3. Lie down, Watson.
  And how does Sherlock figure everything out so accurately? Well, there's no point arguing. Watson went into the living room. His eyelids were so heavy that he didn't even make it to the room and lay down on the sofa in the living room, where the Christmas tree stood.
  Sherlock took a pill and a glass of water from the kitchen and went to Watson.