Sherlock and John just had a terrible arguement. Something about food and dead bodies in the some space. Sherlock stormed out off the flat in a huff of annoyance and anger. John plops down in his chair debating weather to do it or not. Yes he will do it. He runs up to his room and grabs a box out of his closet and sits on his bed. He opens in a box. In this box there is a vial of a clear liquid, a cleaning wipe, and a syringe. He pulls out the syringe and pulls out some of the liquid with it. He puts the needle in his arm and sighs in relief.
-With Sherlock-
After their little arguement Sherlock just wonders aimlessly around Londen for a while until he sighs. "I should go say sorry" He mumbles to himself. He hails a cab and gets in thinking about what he should say to apologize. He sits thinking about it until he gets to Baker Street. He throws some bills at the cabbie and walks inside. "John?" He calls up the stairs and when getting no answer he goes up to John's room and knocks on the door. Again he gets no answer and pushes open the door to see John laying on his bed. Most people would have thought John was taking a nap but Sherlock was not most people. "JOHN!" Sherlock runs over to him and checks his pulse. It was very low and he calls an ambulance. "You idiot," Sherlock mutters to himself "You overdosed." Sherlock sits with John until the ambulance comes and he helps them carry John down the stairs. They climb into the ambulance and on the ride there the ask Sherlock questions.
"Do you know what he overdosed on?" Sherlock does not answer but hands them a vial. The attendent looks at the vial confused.
"Well?" Sherlock asks growing impatient waiting for them to tell him what it is.
"I'm... Not sure what it is." Sherlock rolls his eyes.
"Let me see." Sherlock growls and rips it from the attendents hands. he looks at for a long while.
"Well?"
"I don't know." Sherlock whispers.
No soon after it is said the ambulances arrives at St. Barts. Sherlock runs in with them as the hook John up to different medicines to keep him alive. The Doctor tending to John comes out and calls Sherlock
"Holmes?"
Sherlock jumps up and walks over to the Doctor. "Is he alright?"
"Yes he is fine. He might just have to stay a day or two. We also have to find out what he took."
"Yes, yes alright. But can I see him."
"Yes you can." The Doctor says and he then guides Sherlock to John's room and lets him in. Sherlock thanks the Doctor and then he walks out of the room. Sherlock sits in a chair right beside John's bed.
"You're an idiot John." Sherlock sighs. "You do know that right? But for Gods sake i did not think you were this much of an idiot!" Sherlock is then shushed by one of the Nurses and he quiets down not wanting to get kicked out.
- In the morning -
John peeked his eyes open but shuts them closed quickly. He tries again but going slower. He also slowly sits up but feels a light tugging on his arms. He just groans knowing what they are.
"John?" Sherlock walks into the room looking slightly tired.
"Yes, Sherlock?" John asks knowing exactly where this is going.
"I did not know you took drugs."
"Only on occasion." John says with a shrug.
"Well I hope you are proud of yourself." Sherlock spats at him.
John does not answer for a second. "You thought I overdosed."
"You did overdose!"
John laughs
"What is so funny!"
"You can't overdose on that!" John says chuckling "I made it the only way you could overdose is if you shot five syringes into yourself!"
"Oh." Sherlock says looking at his feet.
"It just sends you to sleep with very happy dreams."
"Well I better call the Doctor and tell him you are awake."
"Alright"
The Doctor comes in and checks John's vitals and says he is well enough to go home. Sherlock then personally throws out all of John's stash.