A Shock to my System

After the incident with Jim, Sherlock barley spoke to me. He would give side comment on the things John would say to me, and he would occasionally glance at me from time to time, but he never started a conversation. I decided to talk to him, and try to clear some things up. John had just finished lecturing me for about the billionth time for why I should never go near Jim again, (He even took away the card Jim wrote his number on.) when I went up to Sherlock.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry I ran off. I shouldn't have, but you really know how to push buttons. I know you're trying to keep me safe, but I just didn't appreciate it enough. I'll stick to the rules from now on. I swear." I said, meaning every word of it. Sherlock didn't speak, so I started to walk away, but he gripped my wrist and I spun around to face him again.

"It's fine. But stay away from Jim. He's no good for you." He said harshly. He looked at me once more before letting go of my wrist, and returning to his work. I went back over to John, and sat in the seat furthest from him. I knew he was still mad at me, even though he didn't show it. I messed with my hands until he spoke to me.

"Emily? Would you like me to take you downstairs so you can grab some things?"

"No, no it's fine. I think I'll just go take a shower actually. But thank you." I said as I got up and grabbed clothes and a towel. It was a good excuse to get away from them.

I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I turned the water on to hot, and glanced out the bathroom window. It was raining as always. I smiled at the thought of having hot cocoa back at home, but the thought vanished after I remembered where I was. I sighed, and got into the shower. I let the water cascade over my body, and let it release any tension in my muscles. I hung my head down to let the water relax my neck, but a searing pain in my neck made me snap my head back up. I quickly turned the water cooler, and moved my head away from the nozzle. I touched the spot gingerly, and made a mental note to ask John to bandage up the burn.

I got out of the shower, and started to get dressed when a wave of vertigo hit me. I accidentally fell into the wall, but I quickly recovered, and finished dressing. I walked out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to make tea. Sherlock was still sitting at the table, and I asked him if he wanted any tea.

"What?" He asked, giving me a funny look.

I repeated the question as I took out a cup for myself.

"Emily, I can't understand you. Are you saying tea?" He asked again.

I sighed, and nodded.

"Oh, No thank you. Stop mumbling and maybe I could understand you better" He said, and went back to his work. I rolled my eyes, and went back to my tea. While I was waiting for the water to boil, I went to sit down near Sherlock. I pulled out a chair to sit down, but I fell to the floor instead. Sherlock immediately went over to me, and helped me up.

"Are you alright?" He asked. I was about to nod, but my vision went funny. I leaned into him for support, as another wave of vertigo hit me. I clutched his shirt as the room twirled, and I eventually gained control again. I let go of him, and leaned against the table.

"Yea, I'm fine." I said, smiling at him. He looked worried. He pulled me against him and called John over.

"John, she's slurring her words, and she fell. I think her depth perception is off."

"Emily? What's wrong? Do you have any pain anywhere?" John asked.

I remembered the burn on my neck, and pointed to it clumsily. John held my hair up, and cursed.

"What? What is it John?" Sherlock asked, concerned.

"She's been poisoned."