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John shook his head. Two weeks had passed since the abduction. Occassionally Sherlock would freeze up at a crime scene but a little nudge from John he would move on. Sherlock even would be sound asleep some nights long before he got home from the clinic. He only had nightmares when he slept deep. Sherlock normally got small naps during the day and thier pattern had gone back to normal.
John walked into the kitchen and dropped his drink when an earsplitting screech broke through the silent flat. He leaned down and picked up the broken glass as the screech turned into a melody of some song he didn't recognise on Sherlock's violin. He took another glass out and poured some milk.
"Sherlock, I have to go out." he said loud enough for Sherlock to hear.
"We out of milk?" He shouted from his room.
"Yes. I also have to go see Harry. She got another ticket. I'll be late. Text if you need anything."
"Tell Harry I said hello."
"You know she hates you." John said.
"Yes, I do." Sherlock started his playing again and John laughed as he left the flat. Sherlock seemed to be back to normal so he relaxed as he walked to his sisters.
John opened the door and slammed it shut. Sherlock lay on the couch, clutching the inside of his elbow. The text had only said 'Come' and so John came. A syringe lay nearby on the table. Sherlock inhaled through his nose and hissed through his teeth. John grabbed the saringe.
"John, John..."Sherlock pressed a cotton ball to the sore spot and taped it up then lay a hand on John's hand.
"What are you doing?" John asked, gesturing to him with the needle.
"John..." His eyes fluttered and he lay back down on the pillow," I... Please... It's the only way they stop talking..." Sherlock mumbled. the only way John could hear him was because he was so close. He snarled then realised what Sherlock had said.
The anger at Sherlock for doing the drugs ebbed away. Sherlock was hiding from something. Maybe in this drug induced state, Sherlock would tell what was bothering him. John sat down on the table near Sherlock's head, facing him. He took hold of the hand Sherlock had punctured and intertwined thier fingers.
"Sherlock, why did you do this?" He asked, unable to hide his fear.
"I couldn't listen to them anymore." Sherlock mumbled. He blinked a few times, his eyes went wide then he shut them and shuddered.
"Who are they?"John asked loudly, wrapping his other hand around Sherlock's and his own.
"You, Sir, are loud." Sherlock smiled then sucked in a breath.
"Sherlock!" John said a little harsher than he intended to. Sherlock flinched away, trying to pull his hand loose. John held it even tighter," Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. Can you tell me who they are? The ones you don't want to hear anymore."
"No. I didn't see them, you idiot." Sherlock suddenly burst from his seat and fell over on the floor . John was able to keep him from bashing his head by the hand he was still holding.
"Alright." John knelt down and picked him up, carrying him into his room.
"John. I'm scared." Sherlock said, barely a whisper. He closed his eyes and started to whimper.
"Sherlock, calm down." John covered him up and Sherlock put his hands over his eyes.
"Stop saying my name! All of you!" Sherlock screached.
"Calm down." John said calmly. Sherlock started making awful noises in his throat that sounded like a dying cat," Sher. Sherlock. Please calm down. I don't want to have to restrain you."
Sherlock sat up and his face suddenly contorted in anger, his eyes buldging," Don't touch me!" He shouted," Don't you bloody touch me!" He doubled over and pulled his knees up to his chest. He started whining and screaching and laughing hysterically.
"Oh, oh no." John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and Sherlock screamed and thrashed but even with his smaller frame, John's strength held Sherlock in a tight grip.
"Let me go!" Sherlock said through his gritted teeth. It came out in a deep growl in his chest," Let me go. John! Let! Go!" Sherlock suddenly gasped and started swatting above him,"Get away!"
"Shhhh." John said, running his hand through Sherlock's hair. Tears ran openly down his face as he held Sherlock tightly. He stayed there late into the next day, long after the effects wore off. When the sun had almost set the next evening he lay Sherlock's head on the pillow and covered him up, laying down on the pillow in the floor. He noticed Sherlock's hand reaching for him and he grabbed it. Sherlock didn't open his eyes but smiled. John smiled back even though he knew Sherlock couldn't see. Maybe that was why he smiled?
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