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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originally got a 9 lol xD rerolled 14 AAAANGST

[deducing_freak]

[Things had grown dull again. Their last case had been over a month ago and there really hadn't been much of anything going on since. The detective was just itching to get himself into something, anything, and the urge was simply unbearable. It didn't help that he'd been getting headaches recently and today was the worst by far. So he had slinked off upstairs to the bathroom some time ago to find some aspirin. Of course, aspirin was never quite strong enough for his tolerance levels, he'd have to go for a stronger painkiller. Vicodin worked. It was the only thing he found anyway, so why not. Of course the man obviously wasn't thinking clearly, taking more then the suggested amount. Sherlock had barely eaten in two days, not to mention his usual tolerance wasn't quite to par as he'd like to think it was. But at least the pain in his head had started to go away. He even had a nice little buzz going, not bad, this ought to make the day a little more interesting at least. That fuzzy light headed feeling had spread out to his limbs and

xD Right, because what we really need is ANOTHER thread!

[mightbeblogging]

[ John had been aware that Sherlock was becoming increasingly bored since their last real case. Unfortunately, there was only so much he could do, and yes, he had really tried. He'd taken the man out more often, or stayed in and hoped he enjoyed their alone time together at the flat. But no matter how hard he tried, nothing he did could possibly be even nearly as exciting as the detective working on a case. Nothing else seemed to stimulate his mind like his work. It was a difficult thing for him to accept, but what else could he do? That particular afternoon, he'd actually just returned home from work, and was carrying a bad of groceries since he'd stopped by the store first. ]

Sherlock? How's Italian sound for dinner tonight? I'm cooking, and before you say anything, yes, I've gotten the hang of making fettucini.

[ He was not immediately concerned when the other didn't respond. It wasn't completely unusual for his flatmate to be found upstairs, either in the doctor's immaculate room, or going through the clutter in his own room.

I CANT HELP MYSELF. I excite easily.

[deducing_freak]

[He hadn't hear the door downstairs. Hadn't noticed the sound of footsteps coming up. Didn't even register John's voice for the longest time until it was calling his name in a panic like that. What was he so worried about anyway? He was only laying down. Sherlock only groaned some, blinking his eyes open. Oh, he was on the floor. That may have been why John was so frantic. He'd only glance at the doctor for a brief moment before closing his eyes again. The lights were a little too bright for some reason.]

I'm fine... John.. [He managed to get out between breaths, weakly pushing back from the doctor in an attempt to collect himself back up to his feet. It was a slow process, but thankfully the wall was still right where he had left it and he'd use that for support. Sherlock just shook his head slowly, running a hand back through his hair as that dizziness struck him again.] I just.... I need to lie down...

xD Its okay, you know I do, too.

[mightbeblogging]

[ You're damn right that's why John was frantic. Also, this Sherlock. Any number of things could have happened to result in him being sprawled out on the floor. And doctor or not, he's very much not convinced by the unconvincing detective when he so weakly tries to convince him that he's fine. Pathetic. His arm goes around the detective's slender waist instinctively as he tries to help him up to his feet.

Put your weight on me, Sherlock. C'mon, my room.

[ Although it was practically their room, since when Sherlock chose to sleep, he did it most comfortably in the doctor's bed. After guiding him into that pristine room, whether he liked it or not, he helped him onto the bed. John left his side only briefly to retrieve some of his medical equipment. Then, he's back at the other's side, shining a light into his eyes to check his pupils. Pinpoint pupils, as he feared. Next, he checked the detective's heart rate, which he realized was slower than normal. Sweating, shallow breathing, and weakness were all given symptoms. All the while

squeee~

[deducing_freak]

[He does feel when John gets his arm around him, but other then that the detective isn't all too sure how he ended up in the bed. Though he's thankful for it. Standing up was such a hassle, it only made his body feel weak. Laying down was much better. This was good. Although it did sort of make the room start to spin a little bit so Sherlock opted to just close his eyes. But sure enough the doctor was back, and he couldn't help but wince a little bit when that small light was shining in his face like that. He would have tried to swat the man away had he been able to move more then just his fingers.]

Nothing serious.. [He's just tired that's all. Sherlock has had close calls with this sort of ting before and managed to sleep it off. Granted, that was a goo long while ago, and it wasn't so much as sleeping as it was just him passing out till someone found him later on.] ...just aspirin. My aspirin.. from the bathroom. [Sherlock corrected, just to be sure. His eyes closed again with a faint sigh, taking slow breaths.]

I'm behind in our tags, sorry. xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ Unfortunately for you and your lies, Sherlock, John is a doctor, and he knows better. He's starting to get angry now, and reasonably so in his opinion, as noted by the hardening of his voice, and that telltale glare. But his flatmate's safety is exceedingly important. Why can't the brilliant, albeit naive detective just understand that? There's disappointment in his tone, as well, worse than the first time he found out this man had done drugs before. He'd thought that had been all overand done with. ]

Aspirin wouldn't do this to you. Sherlock. What did you take and how much of it did you take? Tell me the truth, damn it.

[ A frustrated sigh. ] Have you vomited? I may have to induce it, depending on when you took it.

I BELIEVE IN YOUUU~

[deducing_freak]

..vicodin.

[Sherlock just shook his head, he managed to move his arm up some, albeit slowly, and rake his fingers back through his hair. john was just overreacting..right? Had to be. Of course the detective didn't realize how much of a mess he must have looked at that moment. His skin was cold to the touch but he burning up at the same time so he'd weakly tug at the neck line of his shirt a little.]

Hmn..? No, no... [He'll shift around some, slowly pushing himself up a bit. It's a slow process but he'll manage. Laying down flat on his back was making the room spin way too fast for his liking, at least if he was up it slowed down a little bit.] ...it's really hot..

:D

[mightbeblogging]

Damnit, Sherlock. You can't just play around with these things. Vicodin is very serious and... it wasn't even prescribed to you, was it?

[ Yes, definitely becoming frustrated with the man now. He's well aware of his flatmate's ability to try new things for experimental purposes, but he really thought hoped the man had given up taking drugs. As far as he knew, the patches were the closest thing he had. Keeping a strong arm around Sherlock to lean against, John touched his forehead, his cheek. If he was at the risk of losing consciousness, that was a bad thing. ]

How's your breathing? Stay awake for me, Sherlock. Look at me, keep your eyes open.

[deducing_freak]

[All he could really do was shake his head. No, the prescription wasn't his. He had actually palmed them off of Lestrade some few months ago when the Inspector was complaining about back problems. Sherlock was sure it was all stress induced, so he took the pills from him in order to prove a point. Which he was successful in by the way, though that hardly mattered right now. His head would fall back some as blue eyes stared up at John in a haze.]

John...

[His breathing was shallow, though fairly steady. Sherlock closes his eyes again as the light of the room was starting to make him dizzy. Instead of tugging on his shirt, he'll just cross his arms over his stomach and pulls his legs up close to his chest.]

[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

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

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?