The air was damp and smelled too much like chlorine. John shuffled his feet languidly across the surface of what sounded like stone or marble tiles. When he tried to move his arms he felt the searing sensation of fire wrap itself into a knot against his wrist; he was bound and even gagged. He could feel his own saliva, bubbling beneath his tongue and pooling in his mouth. Some finally spilled, dribbling over his bottom lip and oozing over the contours of his neck. Wherever he was, the room was dimly lit and very dark.
What was I doing before? Where was I going? Wasn't I just talking to Sherlock?
John blinked feverishly as he felt bile rising from his stomach and setting his throat ablaze. He was angry but also terrified. His body was beginning to betray him when he started remembering things. He was going to Sarah's and Sherlock just said he'd pick up some milk & beans...
He walks into the sidewalks and waves down a taxi. John sits inside and then... -blank. Quiet. Nothing but darkness.
For a few moments, John wondered if he was either struck or drugged. Maybe both, he wasn't so sure. His entire body ached, like he'd been tossed into a sack and beaten against a pile of rocks. His bones shivered and shook. He tried to focus, making the blurs expand and grow. John's blue eyes rolled, glinting green and red. He could feel his blood pumping and the room went swinging. Now he was sure; he'd been hit several times and given some type of paralytic.
"Still trying to figure it out? Johnny Boy?"
When John tried to answer, his lips started to bleed as he yelled through the rope and gag. He hated that nickname.
"Ugh, you're already starting to bore me," Came the same voice, it sounded high pitched and sing-song like, "...I wonder why he kept you around. You know he had several flatmates before you came along, right?"
That's when the lights came flashing on and blinded John. He bowed his head instantly as the burn wrestled his vision. Shapes and blurs and then a man came bounding through, illuminating a familiar face. Oh no, John thought when he saw him, it's him.
"I gave him every opportunity to prevent this from happening," Jim whispered, squatting down and leaning dangerously close to John's face, "I even gave him my number, remember?"