Drugs and alcohol interest me for the same reason I would never take them; they mess with the human mind.
8:20AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
8:18AM
John.
-No signal-
8:25AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-3 sent messages-
Bored.
8:25AM
John.
-No signal-
9:00AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-34 sent messages-
Bored!
9:00AM
John.
-No signal-
The bleeding wasn't stopping.
10:00AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-66 sent messages-
Bored.
Sherlock tipped his head sideward.
Syringe.
10:00AM
John.
-No signal-
John caught his balance on the wall, seeing the bloodied handprint he was leaving through blurred vision.
10:10AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-67 sent messages-
Bored.
Syringe…filled with fascination.
10:10AM
John.
-No signal-
John could hear the echo of dripping water.
He shouldn't have gone off on his own.
10:15AM
Sherlock
-No new messages-
-67 sent messages-
Bored.
Sherlock's mind was shivering in his skull.
Syringe=solution.
10:15AM
John.
-No signal-
Where was Sherlock?
John berated himself for the thought as he tried to tighten his makeshift bandage.
That wasn't fair; Sherlock didn't know where he was.
10:20AM
Sherlock
-No new messages-
-67 sent messages-
Holding the syringe up against the lamplight Sherlock analyzed the liquid.
Chemicals, biology, reactions.
Seething mind.
Quiet.
He flicked it with his forefinger.
10:20AM
John.
-No signal-
Damn it.
Still no signal.
If he could just get out of these tunnels…
John turned away from another dead end.
10:30AM
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-68 sent messages-
Pull cap off with teeth.
Hiss around cap as needle goes in.
There's nobody home to hide it from.
10:30AM
John.
-No signal-
Cigarettes butts.
If Sherlock were here he would deduce that people had been down here before, that John must be going in the right direction.
John stumbled and reached for balance again.
He could smell dampness and sewage and blood but he wasn't worried about infection.
He hoped he would survive for long enough for infection to become a problem.
10:40AM.
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-68 sent messages-
That.
Feels.
Better.
10:40AM.
John.
-No signal-
John found a ladder.
Holding the clammy metal with one hand John tilted his head back.
Was it worth climbing, or was it just another path to nowhere?
He only had so much blood left; he didn't have enough to waste.
There was an empty bottle. Glass not cracked, therefore, not thrown from top of ladder.
The metal of the rungs looked slightly worn away.
Sherlock would say that meant the ladder was probably used.
John began to climb.
10:50AM.
Sherlock.
-No new messages-
-68 sent messages-
10:50AM
John.
-Signal-
John held up his phone.
Against the darkness the brightness of the screen was blinding.
11:00AM
Sherlock.
-1 new message-
11:00AM
John.
-1 sent message-
-68 new messages-
11:05AM
Sherlock.
-2 new messages-
11:05AM
John.
-2 sent messages-
-68 new messages-
Come on, Sherlock.
11:10AM
Sherlock.
-3 new messages-
11:10AM
John.
-3 sent messages-
-68 new messages-
Where are you?