306. hard words meme

[want_to_jog]

HARDEST WORDS TO SAY

Sometimes
the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't
matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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[mightbeblogging]

[ John pushes his lips together, gritting his teeth against a string of expletives that wouldn't do any good in their current situation. He's caught between wanting to punch the man and just wanting to cradle him to his chest until this all goes away. But he can do neither to the weakened detective, knowing they won't help him. He hates how small and helpless Sherlock suddenly appears, curled up like that. ]

I have some medication, Sherlock, its an... antidote, if you will. It will probably make you vomit, but if you've taken too much, I can't let your stomach absorb it, alright? Just... stay awake, please. I'll be right back.

[ Hard to stay strong when its not just another patient, but your best friend - hell, your lover whose very life could be in grave danger. He'd lost friends before, of course, in Afghanistan, and he'd be damned if he lost the most important person in his life. He hoped it wasn't that serious - Sherlock was still breathing, could talk a little - but he didn't want to take any chances. He returned a short moment later with some pills and a glass of water, and a small trash bin as well. Sitting on the bed beside him, looping an arm around him to get him to sit up, he tried to get the pills into the detective. ]

Here, Sherlock - just swallow these for me, alright?

gahh stupid notifs FUUUUU

[deducing_freak]

[Sherlock would only groan in response, there was a slight nod of his head though. He'd wrap his arms around his legs and let his forehead rest on his knees as dark hair fell over his face. This was the shut down period. So maybe if he just kept really still it wouldn't be so bad. Though he couldn't really stop his body from shaking like it was. It had been such a long time since he'd done anything as stupid as this, and as much as Sherlock liked to believe everything was under his control, he was actually scared. The moment John had got up to leave, his arm reached out to quickly grab onto the doctor's wrist with a weak squeeze. He still wouldn't lift his head though and his words were difficult to understand between hard breaths and being muffled. There was a faint whimpering noise when the doctor did finally leave and Sherlock curled into himself again. Apparently the smaller he was the better he felt.]

Nn..? [He had no intention of taking anything else. As much as he trusted John and all of his vast medical knowledge, he just couldn't bring himself to take anything else. So the detective would stubbornly turn his head away. He hadn't eaten anything but he could already feel the nausea starting to churn up. Sherlock could hardly breathe let alone swallow down anything.]

You should know I'm not really a doctor. >.>

[mightbeblogging]

[ It pained John greatly to have to leave Sherlock, only if it was to retrieve said medication. It wasn't something specific to his condition and a Vicodin overdose, but it was the only thing he had, and yes, it would induce vomiting. Right now, he knew that was probably the best thing for his ill companion. If a hospital was necessary, he would do that, but his stomach twisted uneasily when he thought about how long it would take to get an ambulance here.

When he returned, his stomach practically fell out from beneath him when Sherlock refused to cooperate. His arm tightened around the other, and he groaned in frustration. ]

Sherlock, you've got to cooperate with me. I don't know how much you've taken. Let me help you.

and you should know I'm not really a recovering drug addict <__<''

[deducing_freak]

I don't feel good..
[His voice was shaky and muffled as the detective refused to even lift his head up. This recoiled position he had found himself in was comfortable, any sudden movement only caused his insides to shift uncomfortably.] .. it'll make it worse.

[When John's hold tightened on him like that he'd whimper quietly and weakly attempt to push him away. In logic terms, which were now currently lost somewhere in the back of his head, Sherlock understood John's concern and frantic attempts at getting the grown man to work with him. Sherlock just wasn't having it, being as stubborn as ever. Though there was hardly any force at all behind his pushes he already seemed to be out of breath.]

So its cool that I'm totally flubbing some of this, then? xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ In his weakened state, Sherlock hardly has enough strength to push the much healthier doctor away. Quite the contrary - his grip tightens a bit. ]

You're such a child, can't you see I'm trying to help you?

[ He sighed, trying to control his own temper. John couldn't help it, of course - mixed with his very real concern for his best friend and lover, he was on the edge of a mental breakdown. Maybe not completely, but close enough. It was stressful, to say the very least. ]

How much did you take, do you remember?

you're the best :D

[deducing_freak]

...n-no. [He couldn't remember much of anything really so all he could do in response was shake his head. Everything was such a blur to him anymore. He remembered the bathroom, the floor, then waking up in bed with John panicking over him. Other that that, it was all just a haze of pictures that flashed briefly in his mind. It hurt his head to even try to concentrate on one particular memory at a time so he simply gave up on it.]

John..

[The dark haired man couldn't help the trembling of his body as he slowly shifted a little bit, uncoiling from himself and suddenly throwing his arms around the doctor as tight as he could. Sherlock sat there practically clinging to the doctor and buried himself against him.]

<33

[mightbeblogging]

[ Now John was really getting scared. Of course, Sherlock was known for his dramatics, but this was much too real for him to think it was an act. If he could, he would pick up the detective and take him to safety, but even as skinny as he was, his limbs were long, and it made things a bit difficult. He would do it, though, if need be - the former solider was still fairly strong. Instead, he wrapped his arms up around the other man and held that body close to his, running a soothing hand over his back. His comforting words were both for himself as much as they were for Sherlock. ]

You're going to be fine, Sherlock. I don't think your breathing's that bad, you've still got a fairly steady pulse, but... please, let me take you to the hospital, alright? I don't have all the necessary equipment here, and if you won't swallow this... please, its for the best. We have to be sure, alright?

[deducing_freak]

[The man would only shake his head again. The last thing he wanted to get hauled off to the hospital, especially for something like this. Sherlock had been warned about the repercussions should he get caught in another one of these episodes. Both by Lestrade and even his brother Mycroft had been strict upon this. No. There will be no hospital today. And that was when he managed to speak up again, though his voice was a bit muffled and shaky.]

No... n-no hospitals.. [Sherlock let out a quiet whimper as he lifted his head up some. His was was completely flushed, and there was a definite glassiness to his eyes.] I.. I'll do what you want. Just stay... with me..?

[mightbeblogging]

[ John wanted to protest, but he understood enough why Sherlock would want to stay away from hospitals, and why he wouldn't want anyone else to know about this. He looks down into the others' eyes, and swears quietly under his breath. But he only tightens his strong hold on the thin man, pressing a brief kiss to his sweaty forehead. ]

I'm not going anywhere, Sherlock.

Look, if you just take this, the pills... it won't make you worse, I promise, and we should at least get you into a cold shower. It will help get your fever some, although sweating this out of your system will help, too.

You're going to be alright. Just... don't ever do this to me again, alright?

[deducing_freak]

[So he may have been a bit skeptical at first. The detective knew all too well the dangers of mixing different medications, but he trusted John, so that's really all that mattered right now. The man was only doing his best to look out for him, even if he was obviously a little put off by all this mess. Sherlock would gradually let go, slowly nodding his head. By this point, he knew it would be better to simply do as his doctor instructed.]

..too cold to shower... [The detective muttered as he weakly went for the pills and motioned to the glass of water sitting on the nightstand. Of course he felt like he was freezing on the inside, it was all due to the fever, but that kind of logic just wasn't settling into his better senses at the moment.]

[mightbeblogging]

This may cause you to vomit. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Sherlock, but its for the best. [ John hands him the glass of water, but his other arm never leaves its tight hold around the detective. He has the trash bin there, as well, and isn't going to let go of his companion, even during the not-so-pleasant act, should it happen. But if he could take the pain away by just snapping his fingers, he would. Unfortunately, now that Sherlock had done this to himself, there wasn't a simple 'out.' Fortunately, he didn't think he'd taken enough to cause permanent damage, but it was still a frightening situation. ]

I know you're cold. The shower will help, I promise. It all has to hurt before it gets better.

[deducing_freak]

[It wasn't exactly something he wanted to hear, but the result was inevitable. The detective was already not feeling well as it is. Sherlock kept still for a short moment, holding the pills in one hand and the glass of water int he other. With a heavy sigh he tosses his head back and takes the medication with a chaser of water. At first the cool liquid threatened to come right back up, but he manages and actually forces himself to finish the rest of the glass before lazily passing it back to John.]

...I just want to sleep. [Sherlock mutters weakly before leaning against his ever so patient doctor again]

While scouring tumblr and the internet, I've found some lovely, naughty fanart of our boys... >D

[mightbeblogging]

[ John was somewhat amazed at Sherlock's ability to keep it down, but it was alright that he did. The doctor already had an idea that the other hadn't taken enough Vicodin to do permanent damage, just so long as the idiot didn't pull something like this again. Ever. Even if it had been an accident. Because as much as Sherlock aggravated the hell out of him at times... he couldn't imagine his life without the other in it. After setting the glass aside, he sighed, wrapping his arms around the slender frame of his detective. He pressed a brief kiss to that warm forehead, before leaning his head briefly there. ]

I know you do, and I will let you... but first - and I'm sorry, but a shower, Sherlock. For me.

don't be a porn hog SHARE THE WEALTH

[deducing_freak]

[The last thing he wanted to do was move. For one, it was just far too much effort to do much of anything and two, well the detective was quite comfortable sitting there in John's embrace. He knew the doctor wasn't at all happy with him about this little stunt. Though Sherlock wasn't all too sure if his companion was staying with him purely out of his own concern, or merely due to his moral standards. Either way, he was glad he didn't have to be alone through this. The crash was always the bad part, thankfully for him though, Sherlock normally passed right out and managed to sleep through the worst of it. John wasn't going to let him sleep unless they got his fever down so reluctantly enough, the taller man would slowly nod his head in agreement.]

THE PICTURE I FOUND IS ACTUALLY THE ONE YOUR NEW ICON IS FROM xDD NO JOKE.

[mightbeblogging]

Come on. [ But his voice is more gentle now, as he pulls the too thin man to his feet. He'll take Sherlock's weight entirely on him - he may be shorter, but he's still got quite a lot of muscle under there - just short of actually carrying him to the bathroom. The loyal doctor would most certainly do that, too, if needed. Once they're there, he helps strip off the detective's clothing. In any other situation, this very well might have been a heated moment, getting ready for a shower, but this one is much more serious. Once the detective is undressed, John solemnly but efficiently undresses himself as well because, yes, he plans to make sure his companion safely takes that shower and doesn't pass out, or anything worse. After starting the cold water, he turns back to Sherlock, his words murmured as he helps him to his feet to step in.]

Its going to be cold. I'm sorry, love.

WE ARE THE SAME PERSON NOW BWAHAHAHAHAAA

[deducing_freak]

[He'd like to think he was at least semi-capable of undressing himself, unfortunately, that feat seemed a little too difficult for him. With the overactive painkiller in his system, Sherlock found it difficult to get any strength to his own hands save for whenever he had to hold onto the doctor in order to stabilize himself. Which oddly enough Sherlock had found himself doing more now that he didn't have the bed under him. His legs just couldn't be bothered with the task of supporting his body completely. The taller man would wince and may have actually hissed a little bit when the water hit is body. The cold temperature felt something similar to stabbing and Sherlock immediately turned his back to it and threw his arms around John in a last ditch effort to obtain the man's remaining heat. The detective buried his face into that lighter colors hair with a soft whimper.]