A/N: written for OtakuFangirlCrazyArtist on 12.16.11 in my forensics class. I really wanted to write more of this, but then class ended… should I still write more?
Recovery
John sat in silence outside the room at the rehabilitation centre. Sherlock wouldn't let him in, because the consulting detective knew that the only reason he was in here was because John had told Mycroft that he was using again. John only wanted Sherlock to get better. He didn't want to come home and find him after ODing. Not when he loved Sherlock so much. He wasn't himself, and he was never home. John hadn't known what else to do but ask Mycroft for help.
Eventually John told Sherlock through the door that he would be back tomorrow and left. He came back everyday for the next three weeks, but Sherlock still refused to let him in.
When John came and picked him up the day he was released, Sherlock refused his hug. They rode in the cab in silence and climbed the steps to 221B in the same manner.
Sherlock sat down on the couch and John sat next to him.
"I'm sorry." John said.
Sherlock just shook his head. "I was fine, John."
"You were gone all the time. I-"
"Selfish."
"What?"
"It was selfish of you to turn me in."
"It was selfish of you to start using again!" John replied indignatly.
"Hmph."
John sighed. He hoped Sherlock would come to forgive him, but knew that it wouldn't be soon….