Sherlock's eyes fluttered open. He pulled at the nasal cannula.
"Sherlock," I said, holding his arms at the wrists. "You've had a fall, you're in hospital."
"No," he groaned. They'd given him fentanyl but had to give him more due to his tolerance so he was a bit belligerent in his stupour.
"You'll be ok, your O2 sat is down so you need to keep the oxygen on and take some deep breaths."
"He knew…" he moaned. "They all knew!" He threw a punch into the air. "I'll kill em! I'll kill em all!"
"Sherlock," I fretted. "Remember what I always say about making blind threats to the police and to your brother."
"He's not my brother," Sherlock pouted.
"I know," I said, patting him on the hand. "It's a bit of a shock."
Sherlock relaxed his head into the pillow and let out a sigh. "I slept with him."
"You what?" I let go of his hand. He didn't say a word after. I shook his arm. His oxygen saturation tanked. "Nurse!" I cried out, I turned up his oxygen tank and watched as his pulse plummeted as well. He started to turn blue around the lips. His pupils were pinpoint and fixed. "For fucks sake, nurse!"
"Don't worry," the nurse said. I grabbed the naloxone from him and administered it myself before starting CPR. The hospital staff pulled me away as they debated intubation and placed the AED.
"Don't you die on me! I'll kill you before I let that happen!" I threatened as they dragged me from the room. They made me sit in the waiting area of the A&E. They gave me tea and promised to deliver updates.
"That bastard," I grimaced, drinking the scalding hot tea.
"Your boyfriend is in good hands," the staff told me.
"He's not my boyfriend…"
"Your husband?"
"Fine," I said shortly. We may as well be partners!
The hours went on. I kept a close eye on the clock. I ignored the vibrations from my mobile. Mycroft was likely frantic that he had to watch my child for more than ten seconds.
They transferred Sherlock to ICU after a successful resuscitation. They had to intubate him but he was at least stable.
"We believe he's aspirated as well," the ICU nurse told me.
"Great," I sighed.
"We'll have to keep an eye on it. Do some imaging."
"I know," I said. They offered more tea as a consolation for our misfortune. I took a cup just so I could have something to do other than stare at my friend. "This is not how I expected my Sunday to go." Sherlock was motionless, his mouth wide open with tubes coming out of him every which way.
"I don't expect you'd think this was how it'd go either. Even with your science of deduction," I told him. I held his clammy hand and sat next to him. "Well… at least you're getting some sleep for once."
I grabbed his hand more firmly. "Please don't do this to me again, I need you."