Broken Wings

by AStrangeVessel

The mid-1990s. Teenage Sherlock is on his own. He's depressed, bitter, and has gotten into drugs. Then someone unexpected finds Sherlock and rescues the teen from himself. And at first, Sherlock hates it.

2. Chapter 2

It may be surprising to learn that I'd found Sherlock fairly quickly. But not quickly enough.

I'd found him in a drug den situated in a disused Tube station. I'd called the proper authorities to get Sherlock to a hospital, and to have the drug den shut down.

Yes, technically, I could've easily healed his physical injuries. (He'd slit his own wrists and was bleeding out. And further up his forearms, I could see needle marks.)

What I couldn't heal was his mental health. He was extremely high, extremely addicted, which I'm assuming was his own twisted way of escaping severe depression.

Human hands were better able to rehabilitate him in that manner.

As soon as I heard the ambulances and police cars arrive, I'd left. Better to let the young detective Lestrade think this was an anonymous concerned citizen.