"Will he recover, Doctor?" Mrs. Hudson asked worriedly, wringing her hands.
"He should make a complete recovery. Unfortunetly" I hesitated. Mrs. Hudson was not only the owner of the establishment, she was as near a friend as our...Seperate occupations could allow. As such, it pained both of us to see our friend in such a state.
I took a moment to observe my friend, of formidable intellect and unstoppable will. He took a moment to let out a series of giggles, while watching his hand.
"Unfortunatly" I let out a sigh. "It seems that this time his only vice has overcome even him." It was a difficult admission, as both his friend and his doctor. I let out a breath. "As there is no antidote, we must wait for the chemicals to be flushed from his system."
Mrs. Hudson nodded sharply. "Right then. I'll just make sure there are no callers." She left to attend to her duties.
"Look, Watson." Holmes exclaimed, as the room turned sharply dark, the new electrics no longer being given power.
"Yes, very interesting." I said, unable to keep from speaking somewhat sharply, no matter how unfair it may be to my indisposed friend.
"No, not that!" He said, seeming to regain a bit of his old sharpness. Then, he tilted his head and looked at me pecularly, before reaching again for the light switch.
"Watson" He nodded, as the electrics came on. "Wats off"...
..."Wats on!"
I sighed. It was going to be a very long night.
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I do not condone the use of drugs, but I do condone the use of humor.