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Sherlock should really start helping out with the groceries, John thought, weighed down by the heavy Tesco's grocery bags. He trudged up the flight of stairs leading to his flat, cursing at the dull pain in his left shoulder. Opening the door with his elbow, he walked into the flat, sudden hit by the painfully strong smell of sulphur, seemingly coming from the kitchen.

"Sherlock!" John yelled, "what on earth is that smell?"

"Experiment. Don't bother me," A voice replied from the couch.

"Oh, well, I'm sorry, Sherlock," John answered angrily, "didn't realize your experiments more important than both our health! And don't mind helping me with the groceries sometime either, I—agh, what the hell is this bloody chord doing in the middle of the living room?" John said as he tripped over the wire that indeed lay straight in his path.

This seemed to have caught Sherlock's attention, "What chord?" He asked, his head appearing over the end of the sofa.

"The one lying in the middle of the living room, Sherlock!" John replied. The statement was followed by a shattering of glass coming from the kitchen. A reddish smoke began drifting lazily out the kitchen door.

"Damnit, John! That was important!" Sherlock said, pushing passed John into the kitchen to examine the damaged vials.

"I don't give a damn if it was important, Sherlock!" John replied, completely unfazed at the sight of the broken glass in the kitchen. Still, he put down the groceries and began to follow his flatmate into the room. When he reached the threshold, John saw Sherlock turning back at him, with an urgent expression on his face. The red smoke seemed to grow thicker as it clouded around the two men.

"John," Sherlock began, "don't—"

Sherlock tried to take a step forward, but his knees seemed to give out from under him. He collapsed on the tiled floor, unmoving.

"Sherlock? Sherlock!" John gasped, running into the now thick haze that filled the kitchen. As soon as John took his first breathe of fog, he felt dizzy. The world seemed to spin under his feet as he stumbled into the counter. He sank to his knees, feeling darkness beginning to pull him under.

Sherlock, I am going to kill you, he thought, as he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

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