Drugged
I woke up with my head pounding, resting against the floor. All I could see before me, were two feet and as I gazed slowly upwards to see who's feet I was at, I inwardly panicked. "I had collapsed at Sherlock's feet?" I was mentally punishing myself for giving the taller man such power over me. What had I said to him? Had I been drugged? Did he do something to me? So many questions, which I knew that he'd take his time bloody answering!
I pushed myself up off the floor and looked at him squarely in the eye. Trying my best to gather up some kind of dignity. But the cheshire cat smile which resided on his face was melting me inside, I couldn't keep this stern look up. I could feel his happiness consuming me. Any anger I had previously felt towards him had vanquished, he had complete control of me and I knew whole-heartedly why it had hurt me so much in his absence. But my personal feelings had to subside, I needed to find out why I was so weary, so weak.. because I refuse to be weak, the soldier within me will always keep me strong. I then finally gathered composure and spoke.
"Sherlock, what the bloody hell happened?"
My head still throbbed with the same sharded pain.
He gave me the look. I could feel myself becoming irritable.
"Don't give me the look, Sherlock because clearly only you know what happened. So spare me the whole intellectual prowess thing and just get down to it." I said flatly and his smile faltered a little, though he still managed to maintain his smug aura.
"You were drugged John," he said, his smile ceased and he had a simple look on his face. It bordered on patronising but I dismissed the thought before I got riled up again. "You've been unconscious for just under 48 hours. Bar fifteen minutes ago, when you clambered off the sofa and fell to my feet," Of course he'd take pleasure in reminding me of that bit, the git. "But it seems the drugs are out of your system. It's intriguing. You suffered a blow to the front of your head, though not too harmful that it caused serious damage, but showed various symptoms of drug intake, though after close inspection there are no wounds or physical evidence which show that you even introduced them to your system. You were attacked in a place where even my brother could not locate and then you stumbled into 221B about 4 hours after you had gone missing, persistently moaning about the 'serious lack of strawberry jam' and passed out on the sofa."
I breathed heavily, trying to take it all in. I sat down on my chair and Sherlock did the same. His hands pressed together and resting on his face, as they always did when he was thinking. I was thinking too, the most obvious way of introducing drugs to your system are oral entry, nasal entry or injection but all of which are tracable. Wait. Injections are often introduced in hospital via buttock. I flushed a shade of scarlett. Sherlock must have examined me. Luckily, he hadn't noticed this and so whatever small dignity I had left remained intact.
"So at the same time as the blow to the head, the drug must have been introduced?" I hoped my prognosis was correct.
"Precisely and from the symptoms you displayed in these 48 hours, the most likely drug that was introduced is methamphetamine. You slurred about things you were seeing, you coughed a lot, which shows that whoever had created the drug had done it to the best of his ability. But had it been injected directly into your head, it would have taken effect immediately as upon usual admittance to the body it only takes a mere few seconds for it to reach the brain and cause mass production of those 'rewarding' hormones and chemicals."
"But if you are to attack someone and drug them, why use Meth? I mean, why introduce something to the body that would give them a high? It sort of contradicts the purpose of causing harm.." I pondered the thought.
"Good thought, John. From inspection of your saliva and your hair, you still have traces of it on you so it's definitely Meth. But to what purpose? The game is afoot John. And how better to reconcile our troubles with a good case?" He smiled at me, a brilliant, beautiful smile which shattered all worry I had about having been drugged.
"Afterall, I've been lost without my blogger."
AN: I'm not completely confident about this chapter, and I could really do with some readers opinions. So please, review! Thank-you for reading. :)
