This is not connected to the last chapter; read my author's notes on chapter 10 for my lengthy explanation. Yay.
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"Give me that needle, Holmes!"
"No!"
"I tell you I've had enough of this!"
"I do what I must, you do the same. Now let go, damn it!"
"You're not yourself when you take this—this—"
"I said LET GO! Look out—Watson!"
I sit on the floor, head buried in hands. It was an accident—during the struggle over the syringe it…it slipped, and—I can only say that I will never take that drug again. Never. I'll throw it all away tomorrow.
Watson groans in pain and I return to the moment, carefully adjusting the pillow beneath his head. He's still quite pale, and the image of lethargy. After he…after the drug had worn off and he'd collapsed, I was shaking too much to even move him to the couch five feet away. I'm not sure why I fetched my own pillow and blanket. Maybe it was the only way I knew to comfort him.
I glance up. The bottle on the mantle glitters so…my fingers twitch with nervous energy. I know I would be so much calmer if I…and anyway Watson needs me to be calm. He wants looking after at the moment, I have to be strong for him.
"And yet I wonder if I've ever had real strength," I chuckle bitterly, reaching for the bottle.
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A/N: I was cut up when I saw the beginning of Devil's Foot, and had to stop and do a cathartic writing here. I did some research on injecting cocaine (that sounds kind of weird…) the main site I studied was here-à .edu/Student_Services/Health_Services/Health_Education/atod/od_ It's an intense site so consider yourself warned. Anyhoo. Hope ya liked this one.