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

[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.]

I DON'T THINK THE WORLD CAN HANDLE TWO OF US xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ John cringed when Sherlock threw himself against him like that, and it took all his strength not to turn right back around and carry the poor man to bed. But this was for his own good, and while it wouldn't exactly be pleasant, it also wouldn't kill him. Murmuring soothingly into his ear, he didn't release the detective but held him firmly under the chilly spray of water. ]

Its alright, Sherlock. I've got you. You're fine now. It will be over soon, I promise.

WELL IT BETTER LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT ಠ_ಠ

[deducing_freak]

It's... r-really cold..

[The man's voice was shaky and muffled as Sherlock was practically talking into John's hair. Though he was freezing, the fever he must have had was starting to dissipate slowly because there was some slightly instances of clarity here and there. Sherlock would shift a little bit and was actually laying little chaste kisses along his cheek and down his neck in a manner that wasn't so much sexual as it was purely out of thanks for simply being there.]

omfg. How did you make this face: ಠ_ಠ ?? xD

[mightbeblogging]

[ John closed his eyes at Sherlock's words, and sighed against the gentle little kisses. His hands smoothed down the detective's back as the cold water hit them both - and yes, it was cold even for the doctor's liking. But this was all for Sherlock. His voice is firmly quiet. ]

Don't ever do this to me again, alright? I'm serious, Sherlock. I can't... I can't take this again.

I'm MAGIC XD lol I got a whole little worddoc with faces I copy/paste

[deducing_freak]

[This body was shaking all over, but it really couldn't be helped. Sherlock's hold on him only tightened a bit more as he nuzzled against the other's neck and murmured into his ear softly.] ....how much longer..?

[The detective would reluctantly pull himself away, gazing down at this wonderfully patient man through the wet curls that hung over his face. His knees would give but not so much to really cause him to have to grab onto John in any desperate attempt to keep standing.] ..aren't you cold? You... you'll get sick..

xD I would have believed you were magic.

[mightbeblogging]

[ John's hold continues to be steady on the taller man. He hears Sherlock's words, and while they almost break him down, he's not taking any chances. Looking up into that gaze, he searches those pale eyes closely, noting that they already look a bit more alert than before. He reaches a hand up to push the wet curls out of that face, but more so he can feel the other's skin. Still warm, but not nearly as hot as before. A shower won't cure the man, of course, but its already brought the fever down substantially. His own smaller body relaxing a bit, knowing the worst is over, the doctor nods slightly, then reaches around Sherlock to shut the water off. ]

Alright. Let's get you dried off.

GOOD then I am magic. IGNORE EVERYTHING ELSE

[deducing_freak]

[There's a faint, yet still somewhat visible smile that manages to make itself known by curling the corner of his lips. When John moves forward to reach around in order to shut off the water, he only leans in and weakly tilts John's chin upward to take the doctor's lips with his for a short moment as his hands held onto his doctor's shoulders.]

John... [His voice is light and the look to his eyes is that of sheer exhaustion as Sherlock runs a hand through the wet blond hair.]