Prolouge
"Well Holmes it looks as if your in a similar predicament as 'a study in pink'" A deep voice sneered. "It also appears Johns blog is read more widely than originally thought." Sherlock leaned back in a wicker chair. "I'm assuming one of these pills is going to kill me?" The deep voice laughed "We'll see." The pills were set on the glass table, one blue and one pink. Sherlock picked up the blue pill turning it over in his hand, holding it up to the light, and examining it in every which it down he picked up the pink pill and began repeating the process. with a smug look on his face Sherlock tossed the pink "medicine" to the stranger then picked up the blue pill and tossed it in the air. He swallowed the pill, a wave of drowsiness passing over him. He began to lean forward, battling against the wistful lull of sleep. "Nighty-Night Mr. 'Consulting detective" The voice said as Sherlock faded into what the hospital would clam to be a state of "comatose"