Roses Have Thorns- Chapter 6- An Unsettling Discovery
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THIS IS IMPORTANT!
This whole chapter is in WATSON's point of view. I couldn't seem to write it any other way. Next chapter shall be in Thorn's point of view.
Kay. Story continue.

It had been three days since Holmes' "visitor" had decided to stay with him. On normal circumstances I would have gone to visit him after the first day, but seeing that Mary and I were in planning for our wedding, I hardly had the time.
My conscience continually pestered me about it to the point where I would stay longer at my patient's house, just so I had other things to think about. But I have no idea why I stressed about it. Surely, he would be just fine. He always did such rash things.
But still. Being his friend I couldn't help but to look after him.
Mary had noticed my unusual behavior immediately and questioned me about it.
"Why are you acting so strange lately?" She asked.
I hesitated, unsure how to word it, "Holmes has had... a rather troublesome visitor staying with him." I knew that if I told her it was a thief was staying with him she would be worried.
She gently smiled, "I'm sure he'll be just fine. He's a strong man. Physically and mentally."
"That is true. I would still like to visit him today. Do you think I can miss our arrangement with the florist?"
"I suppose so. If it'll get you out of this behavior," She laughed.
I grabbed my coat and cane, eager to see what awaited me. I pecked Mary's forehead before leaving.
"Oh darling!"
"Yes?" I answered while slowly opening the door.
"Should we have roses or violets?"
I chuckled. "Your choice. I'll see you in a little while. Goodbye." And with that, I left.
After a short walk, I arrived at 221b Baker Street.
I craned my neck upward to see that Holmes' blinds had been shut tight. He was probably just sleeping and I had worried about nothing.
I chuckled to myself as I rang the bell.
Mrs. Hudson quickly opened the door. "Oh Mr. Watson! How good to see you! Please come in!"
She ushered me into the hallway and shut the door.
"I have been a bit worried about Mr. Holmes. I haven't heard a peep out of him for days!"
"Days?" I replied, confused.
"Yes, after you left I heard a few bangs and such but then there was just silence. I did hear a bit of...talking, I think... is there someone who took your room?"
I was unsure of whether to tell her the truth or keep her innocently naive.
"I have no idea," I lied.
She smiled. "Well then. I guess you better get to seeing him and I better get back to cooking. Oh. Before you go Mr. Holmes has a visitor who is coming. Can you tell him that for me?"
"Sure," I replied.
"Thank you John." She left toward the kitchen and disappeared from sight.
This place felt so much like home to me. The patterned carpet led me to the stairs. Slowly, I climbed then toward Holmes' room. I remembered the familiar creaking of the stairs and looked at the paintings that were hanging on the wall to my left. Most of them were just of scenery.
I reached the end of the stairs and turned to the left door.
I contemplated knocking but decided that it would probably be best to just walk in. He wouldn't answer the door if I knocked anyways.
Gripping the brass door knob, I slowly opened the door...

It was silent inside except for a deep murmuring.
"Holmes...?" There was a groan from the sitting room. I swiftly entered the room to find a rather disgruntled Holmes sprawled out on the carpet.
The weapons that were sitting on a table in the corner had been removed, leaving a bare spot.
I rushed to my companions side.
"Holmes," I said shaking him.
He groaned again and opened his eyes. "Watson. Nice to see you."
"What happened?" My memory flashed to his visitor's face. "Where's that man?!"
He sat up but still seemed a bit out of it. He pointed toward his bedroom.
I ran into the other room and scanned it for the man. "Rose?" Was that the man's name? I couldn't remember what his exact alias was.
In the corner of the room I saw a figure that could be a man.
"Rose?" I called out again, moving toward the figure.
"'t's Deav'n!" The slurred voice responded.
In better light I could tell that this man looked severely disorientated. His hair was in every which way, quite different from its sophisticated manner when I first encountered him. His coat had been removed and his sleeves had been pushed up to his shoulders. He slumped in the corner as if he couldn't control his limps.
"W'y're you on te ceilin'?"
That had taken me back, "What?"
"'Ur on t'e celin'!"
Holmes voice echoed behind me, "You took Gladstone."

Realization hit me and I spun around. "You drugged him?!"
Holmes was leaning up against the doorway. "I needed someone to test." He seemed to be getting out of his state just fine. Different could be said for his visitor for he continued to say things that didn't make sense from the corner.
"You'll fall frum ther'! Get d'wn!" He tugged on the hems of my pants. I pulled my leg away although he continued to reach for it.
"He's a human being! You can't just blackmail someone to drug them!"
"Talk in a lower voice please," He quietly said.
I put my palm to my face. "So what happened to you?"
"Well... After I examined the drugs effect on him I needed to test something else. And it's never good to mix chemicals when you don't know the consequences."
"So you did this to yourself," I plainly said.
"Yes."
I sighed. And took a look around the room. It was true. Test tubes and odd liquids were everywhere.
"You've got a client coming soon."
What was going on seemed to hit him. The room was a complete utter mess, he was drugged on who knows what, and another man who was a top notch criminal was also in his house yelling about something that had to do with the ceiling.
I heard the doorbell downstairs and Mrs. Hudson high-pitched voice greeting the visitor.
Sherlock hesitantly stepped forward. "Put him in the closet." He began frantically putting the vials of toxic liquid into drawers.
"The closet?"
"Yes. Hurry."
Picking Rose off the ground I heaved him by the arms to a nearby closet. I continued to hear Holmes shuffling around in the background. Right as I shoved the man in the closet Sherlock came from behind me and quickly stuck a needle into Rose's arm. I spun around, "What happened to not mixing drugs?!?!"
"We'll find out what happens," He paused as we watched Black Rose fall limp, "Lets go. We have a visitor to talk to."
I sighed and shut the closet door.
As if on cue a knock sounded on the door.
"Shall we?" I asked gesturing my hand toward the sitting room.
He smiled and attempted to walk in a straight line. I chuckled a bit the insanity of it all.

A/N

It seems that no matter what I do I can't get a chapter out in less than a week. I'm such a lazy ass.

Tee-he. Holmes has fun with drugs. I loved writing this. I would like to thank DarkStarr for being my almighty BETA READER! I was so proud when I found that someone wanted to beta read for me. (epicly proud right now) I would also like to thank all my watchers!!! I'm almost to 50 reviews. (The most reviews I've ever gotten.) Oh gosh I'm so proud!!! I need to get a drawing of my character up. I'll start working on it.

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