Here's chapter 3 guys! Please leave me a review if you could and let me know what you think so far! I am by no means an expert on drugs, their delivery, side affects etc. But I have tried my best to deliver what I think is right from the research I've done. Please keep this in mind when reading in case I haven't got something right.

'Mycroft!' Sherlock shouted into the darkness as he sat up in bed. He heard a disgruntled snort of life beside him and his bedside table lamp flicked on, revealing an exhausted looking John sitting in a chair beside his bed.

'Sherlock... oh thank god.' John let out a sigh of relief, and then yawned and stretched his back.

Sherlock sat squinting at John. He could feel sweat rolling down his forehead, a horrible feeling swirled in his gut. He wanted to talk, to understand what was happening, but no sentences were forming in his mind. He felt somewhat relieved.

'John...' he mumbled.

John stood up and placed the back of his hand against Sherlock's forehead. Sherlock heard him click his tongue before heading to the dresser and returned with a clean t-shirt. Sherlock looked at him confused, still squinting, completely vacant.

'Your clothes are drenched Sherlock, you need to change.' John said quietly. Sherlock sat, blinking at him. John looked exhausted, but that was all that Sherlock was able to deduce from him at present.

John was going mad with worry. He'd never seen Sherlock like this; a hollow shell of the man he knew sat before him, blinking up at him, no signs of full consciousness besides these minor actions. He was still completely out of it and obviously wasn't completely awake, the effects were still wearing off. John moved to the edge of the bed, and put his hands on Sherlock's shoulders. He'd dealt with this type of situation before.

'Sherlock, I am going to take your shirt off now, okay? Then I am going to put this clean one on, so that you'll be comfortable.' John said calmly. Sherlock stared at him, and then nodded slowly. John carefully, slowly pulled Sherlock's arms from his current shirt and pulled it over his head. The shirt was drenched. John reached for the chair he'd brought in to keep an eye on Sherlock and pulled a small towel from one of its arms. He slowly dried Sherlock's chest, forehead and arms. John was glad that Sherlock would most likely not remember this, it would embarrass Sherlock and hurt his pride something fierce, and as a result John would have to work hard to rebuild the emotional bridges that Sherlock had slowly been allowing him to cross. He pulled the clean shirt over Sherlock's head and bought his arms back through. John helped Sherlock to have a drink of water, and then carefully laid him back down.

'You'll be okay soon Sherlock.' John said soothingly, as he pushed back a mess of black curls from Sherlock's forehead. He slumped himself back down in the chair beside the bed. Sherlock slowly nodded to John, then closed his eyes. He was out again, completely asleep. John sighed. He looked at the man he usually knew to be so proud and smart, lying there helpless from something he'd idiotically brought upon himself. John of course was absolutely furious with Sherlock for hurting himself, but he wouldn't talk to him about it until he was better.

John turned out the lamp light and rested his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. So many questions were forming in his mind. Why had Sherlock been so anxious, that it led him to this? How did he think that this would help him? Why hadn't he just talked to John about it instead of doing something so stupid? Why had he yelled for Mycroft? John knew Sherlock had a history with drugs, it had been made obvious to him several times now, firstly the night that the flat was given a fake drugs search by Lestrade, which had worked Sherlock up immensely. It was also obvious to John from a doctor's point of view. He knew of addictions, and he knew the little signs when someone who smoked cigarettes and craved them so desperately had a past with more intense recreational drugs. But the most obvious to him had stood out when he'd picked Sherlock's convulsing body up off the floor and placed him on the bed. In the same area where the current needle had been injected, John had noticed track marks on Sherlock's pale skin. The reality of Sherlock's past traumas was so openly visible to him now.

He'd had to deal with Sherlock's seizure as calmly and professionally as he could, which was not an easy task with Mrs Hudson sobbing and screeching beside him, trying to hold down one side of Sherlock for John as he injected him with an anticonvulsant which he'd had in a very well supplied first aid kit he kept in the flat. (He never knew what Sherlock would do next and he would need emergency first-aid of some kind) Mrs Hudson had been sobbing and moaning the whole time.

'Sherlock, my Sherlock what have you done?' She'd cried over and over as the convulsions in Sherlock's body began to slow. She sat holding his hand and stroking his hair. She had stayed with John by Sherlock's side for most of the night, before John was finally able to convince her that Sherlock would be okay. John had taken her down to bed and shortly after he'd come back up was when Sherlock woke for the first time, just now.

John knew after seeing the marks, that Sherlock's past was serious, and why Sherlock always had his arms covered. He wanted now, more than ever to break through to Sherlock, to help him and to be there for him, to avoid this ever happening to him again. 'He must be so depressed.' John thought. 'Why would someone with so much personality disrespect themselves so badly?' He felt a hot tear roll down his cheek and drip delicately onto his jumper. He was going to find the answers to these questions, and protect Sherlock from himself. He soon allowed himself to drift into a light sleep.

There we go... I am sorry that these chapters aren't long, but I am going to try very hard to upload a new one each day. I hope you're enjoying so far, thank you so much for your support so far, it means the world to me. I didn't think I would get any response from this fic, so I am absolutely delighted to know that there are people enjoying it and wanting to read more. Chapter 4 will be up tomorrow.

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