Woot! Hey guys, so heres the edited version of Reversal Chapter 4 a little earlier than I said I would post, cause I won't have my computer for a few days. Decided early was better than late! Theres fairly graphic drug overdose, as accurate as I could make it (extensive resaerch), so yea. Enjoy
Disclaimed: I dont really know why these are important but obviously I do not own Sherlock, or else I'd probably be filthy rich and not writing these xD
*extremely early in the morning, at a safe house*
I felt tears press against the back of my eyes, my mind desperate trying to deny what my eyes were seeing. Seeing this was definitely worse then anything I've ever gone through, right on par with the shot that got me discharged.
I knew it would hurt Sherlock, but I never thought it would hurt Sherlock this much. Now I knew why Mycroft was so hesitant to do this for me, and why he insisted on me being in a safe house first.
He looked... Well, frankly horrible. I could tell that he was teetering dangerously close to the edge from whatever concoction of drugs he had ingested, and it had been going on for awhile if the.. Physical changes were anything to go by.
'probably since the Fall' a little nagging voice told me, and with a sinking feeling I realized it was probably right.
My eyes widened fractionally as I noticed how baggy everything was on him, tears blurring my vision as I stared at the image in front of me. The shirts that were always almost a little too tight were now almost too big, and he clearly didn't sleep either.
Suddenly his head snapped up looking almost directly at the camera, and zooming in on the image I noticed his pupils were dilated. "John?" he asked, looking up
My eyes widened, and I froze. 'no no no no' I thought frantically.
"I thought you were dead," he said, looking my way only a little bit below.
"Oh, god" I breathed out, my suspicions being confirmed. Guilt and pain sat heavy in my chest and I leaned back in the chair, helpless to do anything but sit and watch even as the doctor in me screamed that I needed to help, to do something as I noticed his somewhat troubled breathing.
"No! I need you here! John, stay!" followed by a few seconds of silence, before he was reaching out a trembling hand.
"No! John! Don't go!" he pleaded.
Suddenly, he seemed to be jerked to reality, looking around in confusion for a few moments and, for the first time, I saw Sherlock Holmes cry, tremors wracking his body.
Later I would come to find out it wasn't the first time since my Fall that that had happened, but the first it had been this severe.
I watched silently, my grief giving way to anger. To hell with Moriarty, with 'Spider', I was going back to Sherlock Holmes before he outright killed himself. Before I closed my computer, I paused as Sherlock got up on shaky legs, and somehow managed to stumble over to the kitchen.
I winced in sympathy as I listened to him heaving, no doubt being painful on his (long) neglected body. When he returned, I noticed a whole new packet of something that I couldn't make out, but was undoubtedly drugs, in his hand.
My eyes widened. He was on the edge as it was. Anymore and...
'No, no no Sherlock. Don't. No' I frantically thought to myself, even as I watched him bring whatever was in there to his mouth.
"No." I whispered as I watched in horrified silence as he downed it all, his whole body shaking more, his hands especially as he brought them to his chest, like he was in pain. Which he most likely was. Not long after he suddenly collapsed, whole body relaxing and his breathing labored and irregular.
I jumped up, knocking the chair, and somehow the computer, over, but I could care less.
I sprinted out, managing to call Mycroft in the process. He answered on the third ring.
I didn't even wait for him to say anything. "Sherlock overdosed. Get me home now."
"I will call a ambulance, but John, is you returning wise? Moriarty, Spider-"
"Forget it! Sherlock needs me more right now, and you know it. I'm not going to sacrifice my friend for a criminal!" I grit out.
"You know the risk's of doing this?"
"Of course. Do you know the risks of not doing this?" I growled, getting tired of the chitchat.
"Just get on it. I'm heading to the airport now, and there better be a plane waiting for me." I said.
I waited just long enough to hear him reply "Of course, John. It will be ready for you," before ending the call and slipping the phone into my pocket. I couldn't think, could barely breath, 'Sherlock' repeating in my head like a mantra as I quietly urged the car to go faster.
Chapter 4 Sherlock's POV
As I sat there in slightly dazed silence ignoring the vague stomach pains when I heard a sound. My head snapped up, only to have my eyes widen in disbelief. John was there.
"John?"
He smiled, "hello Sherlock." My eyes widened, and hope filled my chest even as a quiet voice whispered that this was too good to be real.
"I thought you were dead."
John's smile fell ever-so-slightly, "I... Was. Or, I am. I'm sorry, I can't stay here. I need to leave again."
"No! I need you here! John, stay!" I pleaded.
"I'm sorry Sherlock. But.. I have to finish something, I just needed..." he said, voice trailing off at the end, his smile and eyes sad, but I think I knew what he meant. He suddenly started to turn, and panic flooded through me.
"No! John! Don't go!" I pleaded, closing my eyes for only a moment. Only when I opened them he suddenly was gone, and I blinked a few times, looking around in confusion before realizing John had never been there. It was just the drugs working, doing their mind games. It was probably the drugs again, but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I felt my body shaking with sobs as i kneeled on the floor, experiencing it almost as if I was detached from my body, some internal voice chastising me for being this week, this human.
I could have sworn I saw a shadow in front of me, shoes just skirting at the edges of my vision, but looking up I saw nothing even as I felt a gaze on me, sending a crawling feeling across my skin. I couldn't dwell on it long as suddenly I felt the tell-tale nausea and managed to find the strength to stumble up and to the kitchen, where I promptly threw up, the heaves and tremors borderline painful. When it finally subsided, I made my way back, grabbing a packet of my own little concoction of drugs on my way before unceremoniously dropped onto the chair and downed the whole bag.
It wasn't long before chest pain started up, the stomach cramps and trembles getting worse as well, and I knew from the flushed look to my arms I probably had a fever. I swore I could hear voices slithering around me, and, through squinting eyes I managed to see my skull floating around, dancing with the table lamp as some kind of smoke floated in tendrils around the room and my violin started playing, a carved apple and someone holding it dancing just at the edges of my vision.
It sounded like singing as they danced, and I tried to say something, break this odd spell, but my mouth was too dry and my body too tired in general.
Which was when the convulsing started. Idly my mind supplied 'overdose' , and shortly after I blacked out, barely registering the sirens in the distance as I went unconscious, that odd eerie music following me off to unconsciousness
Whew. So that's done! The overdose hallucinations are based (pretty loosely) off a beautiful piece of fanart I saw on pinterest once. And the reason why Mycroft was so hesitant at first was because, while he loves his brother, he considered Spider and Moriartys organization as the greater threat. And Also, John thinking 'no no no' when Sherlock looked kinda at the camera wasn't because he was afraid Sherlock found it, it was because, as a Doctor, he had started recognizing the signs of a overdose/impending overdose. So yea. Unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own, and if you notice any big ones let me know and I'll make sure to fix them asap! Hope you all enjoyed!
Cunning bird~
