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Sherlock opened his eyes reluctantly, he was tightly wrapped in a duvet cocoon and he really didn't want to move. The memories of last night's case still fresh in his mind, an all round ordinary case, nothing especially strange or challenging for Sherlock, although being bitten by a rather large and angry dog wasn't very pleasant. But as usual Sherlock ignored it and had planned on calling John in the morning, although now that morning had come he realized that it maybe wasn't such as good idea. He made an attempt to move but as soon as he did a soul destroying headache hit him like a ton of bricks, the only thing he could compare it t