Sherlock
When I awoke from the drug, I was, to my surprise, still with John. At first, I couldn't move because the drug still had a grip on me, but slowly, I was able to turn my head to look at John. John was still deeply asleep. Remnants of the other drugs must still have been inside him.
After just a few days, he looked thinner. His face was worn and his eyes were deprived of natural sleep. I couldn't help but pity him. He must have had so much hope. At least when he knew I was on my way, he would've had something to cling onto. Now, however, all hope was lost. I had failed. Failed my best friend, the man I knew would never fail me.
It was at least another half hour or so before John began to wake. In that time, I realised that my watch, phone and jacket were all gone. I also noticed that there was untouched food in the cell. How long would it be before we were forced to eat it, and would discover whether there was anything inside of it?
"Sherlock." I snapped back into the real world and looked at John. Trying to hide the pity I felt for him.
"I'm here, John, its ok." I said. I had no idea why I said this, though. We weren't ok, things could only get worse.
"What's the plan?" He asked.
This stunned me. How had I not thought of this? I was so caught up in my own pity that I hadn't even considered a plan. And here was John, who had been trapped for days, trying to formulate a plan. Human error, I hated myself for falling into that trap, and this whole trap. I should've waited, come up with a better way to save John. I was so desperate to save him, that I now couldn't.
"Well" I said after some thought "I've no idea whether Mycroft escaped or not. We must find that out. It could change everything." I realised just how foolish I had been. Mycroft could get the entire army over here in a flash. Even this gang wasn't that strong. New hope filled me, finally, I felt content.
John looked at me quizzically, and I smiled back, unable to control myself.